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11 the house. from cellar to garret. the significance <strong>of</strong> the hutrally, its action is a salutary one. Because we must also givean exterior destiny to the interior being. To ac<strong>com</strong>panypsychoanalysis in this salutary action, we should have toundertake a topoanalysis <strong>of</strong> all the space that has invitedus to <strong>com</strong>e out <strong>of</strong> ourselves.Emmenez.-moi, chemins! . • •(Carry me along, oh roads ... )wrote Marceline Desbordes.Valmore, recalling her nativeFlanders (Un ruisseau de la Sca1'pe).And what a dynamic, handsome object is a path! Howprecise the familiar hill paths remain for our muscularconsciousnessl A poet has expressed all this dynamism inone single line:0, mes chemins et leur cadenceJean Caubere, Deserts(Oh, my roads and their cadence.)When I relive dynamically the road that "climbed" thehill, I am quite sure that the road itself had muscles, orrather, counter-muscles. In my room in Paris, it is a goodexercise for me to think <strong>of</strong> the road in this way. As I writethis page, I feel freed <strong>of</strong> my duty to take a walk: I am sure<strong>of</strong> having gone out <strong>of</strong> my house.And indeed we should find countless intermediaries betweenreality and symbols if we gave things all the movementsthey suggest. George Sand, dreaming beside a path<strong>of</strong> yellow sand, saw life flowing by. "What is more beautifulthan a road?" she wrote. "It is the symbol and theimage <strong>of</strong> an active, varied life." (Consuelo, vol. II, p. 116).Each one <strong>of</strong> us, then, should speak <strong>of</strong> his roads, his cross­ds, his roadside benches; each one <strong>of</strong> us should make a/surveyor's map <strong>of</strong> his lost fields and meadows. Thoreausaid that he had the map <strong>of</strong> his fields engraved in his soul.And Jean Wahl once wrote:Le moutonnement des haiesC'est en mo; que je l'ai.

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