4 (french) Werber, Bernard

- A doctor! Quick, a doctor! shouted someone close to in
front of him. These people are silent … There was no
doctor able to help. It was too late. A bullet had pierced the
heart. It was not a doctor need to fetch, rather a new
president to replace him while he would join Caesar,
Abraham Lincoln and Kennedy in the sky of great
statesmen assassinated.
Arms do not hoisted Lucinda least a bran-card. The locked
him in an ambulance to unbearable sirens wailing. Invisible
specialists placed a mirror on his mouth, massed his lungs.
There were even a rather unceremonious to venture a
word-of-mouth.
He did not die less. Memories marched to any speed in his
mind. Four years: his first blow undeserved first and
aggressiveness. Seven years: the first honor roll by a
neighbor who had left his copy composition. Seventeen
years: his first daughter (he had seen since; it had been a
mistake: it was awful). Twenty-one years: degree in history,
without cheating this time. Twenty-three years: mastery of
ancient philosophy. Twenty-five years: PhD of ancient
history. Twenty-seven years came to the party Social
Democratic relations with his father and already a
slogan for his future career: “Those familiar with the past