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your time speaking? What you aspire to is not bearing <strong>the</strong> 'I.' On <strong>the</strong>contrary, your dignity, your virtue, your gl<strong>or</strong>y, lie in being a 'one.' Andit is this silence, this happy anonymity, this depth, this heaviness, thishumanity, that we have denied you. I am speaking in your place, I am<strong>of</strong>fering you <strong>the</strong> awkward detour <strong>of</strong> a prosopopoeia, but it is preciselybecause you are dead f<strong>or</strong>ever. 'It' wanted to be<strong>com</strong>e not <strong>the</strong> subject <strong>of</strong>our discourse, but <strong>the</strong> object, <strong>the</strong> tender anonymous object by means<strong>of</strong> which we would travel in Paris. Is that so hard to understand? Itwanted <strong>the</strong> happy fate <strong>of</strong> VAL, its 'elder bro<strong>the</strong>r, ' as it naively put it.lt wanted to be silence, and thing, and object, and to spread throughoutits great, finally mute body <strong>the</strong> flow <strong>of</strong> our displacements. And you, bynot speaking m<strong>or</strong>e among yourselves, and I, by speaking so much <strong>of</strong>it, have turned it f<strong>or</strong>ever into a being <strong>of</strong> reason, <strong>the</strong> pitiful hero <strong>of</strong>an experimental novel. Nei<strong>the</strong>r autonomy n<strong>or</strong> independence. Thus, itdocs not exist, since it is speaking here, since it can speak through mymouth, instead <strong>of</strong> being over <strong>the</strong>re on <strong>the</strong> boulevard Vict<strong>or</strong>, a happything."And N<strong>or</strong>bert sat back down to stunned silence."Ahem, ahem, thank you very much, Pr<strong>of</strong>ess<strong>or</strong> H. , " coughed <strong>the</strong>presiding <strong>of</strong>ficial who had <strong>or</strong>dered <strong>the</strong> study. "I must say, it's a realnovel you've done f<strong>or</strong> us. I suppose <strong>the</strong>re are reactions, questions . . .Yes, M. Etienne?"The discussion lasted until I was asked to present, m<strong>or</strong>e prosaically,<strong>the</strong> practical solutions that we had agreed to re<strong>com</strong>mend to <strong>the</strong>RATP.last time.a novel."At <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> my internship, in June 1988, I met N<strong>or</strong>bert f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>"What are you going to do now?" I asked him."I'd really like to publish that st<strong>or</strong>y, since everybody tells me it's"But it's unpublishablc! What about confidentiality? And besides,you didn't find <strong>the</strong> solution; you weren't able to prove that if you'ddone <strong>the</strong> study five vears earlier vou would have seen <strong>the</strong> flaw and savedJJmillions."E PI LOGU E•

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