Already the first two months of idleness Sc. To me, they do keep the sunny color. Any vacation in this state of crisis. In addition, four young people will suddenly become my collaborators in the
sponsorship of cultural works: Adeline, emu-praised Madonna, Emily, the lovely vixen: first pair of sisters, Agnes, a ravishing blonde golden, sparkling with every fiber and Caroline, joyful and sensitive: Dawn of collateral. These girls will need experience in my young universe editorial. I have them on warnings and reassured: the work required does not borrow a suspicion in the civil service, it is more like an adventure, where clearing is required frequently, and deal with this random, they retain full freedom to stop working when they want where to live a more peaceful activity in parallel. News in a round pen.
Topping the bow, he, him again, him again: Tapie our friend. Never, I believe, a man has been such a chicken feeder for Big Media (TV, radio, newspaper) with this life and that power. Mixing business interests, obsession monitoring and recovery, the media lay a hundred articles and commentaries on daily adventures of the fugitive hunted. Only a small tour of forsaking God's immanence to ride a cumulonimbus, sodomy or live a little one by Michael Jackson pale he could run for one. Last move home theater Guignol-Tapie: Constable and some buddies of the financial police have tumbled at dawn legal Maousse the gate of the mansion of Bernard, his eyes still sleepy deep in his sleep .
Sorry, Baby Jesus, but 56 of the Rue des Saints-Peres sniffed that the brothel double layer: de-immunization insults the national deputy in place of caps, setting a record for contempt of Representatives public policy against not immune from MEP and Mme J. conduct for service of his indictment. It licks at Big Media: fecal matter is
wish! We learn that Nanard (sic The Guignols de l'Info ) telephone was tapped, spied for the hotel in front of his house by a few souls republican mission. What epic, my brothers! Add some nags, a pinch of six-shooter, with unshaven Tronches of quid on the corner of strong gniole to wince tanned hides, and you'll get pure Sergio Leone bolognese. 
To persevere in the register of fermented bloated faces: Maradona god loses the ball, made a big pee well doped FIFA history to spice up a little purring world cup football based in the United States . As talented as the runner Ben Johnson for the offense, passing easily from grass land to the white rail, it was finally thanked him for his dazzling to Baball and returned to his smoky Argentina. Sunday, July 3 Weekend heat wave at the castle. My biceps have stew with two large piles of small stones. Face runoff, calli of pognes be strong and physical capacities are pushed to the limits, maintained by a few swigs of water less and less fresh.
Among other activities: reversal a few squares of garden tiller to little tour with tractor and trailer to pick up dead branches, watering pail of young fruit trees ...
Mary arrives at the castle in mid-day, brought from Paris by Karl after emerging largely unscathed from a fall ... Train! Forgetting to descend to the planned station, she decided to go right to leave the train restarts. Whim on the dock, minicom, stitches: the damage would could be dramatic. Heim
sends an information note to the villagers to announce our participation Heritage Days in September and support the sub-prefect and Deputy Director of the DRAC for affixing a plaque to commemorate the struggle bloody opposed the seventeenth century, the population of Croatia at the invaders. Sunday, July 10
Back to Lutetia after a weekend physical castle. Pif and redness on the biceps heated to the point, I'm going back to more comfortable slippers. Review
balladurien to tease pen. Without forcing unnecessary agitation, without stirring wind bluster of politics, Sage Matignon reassures Pople and household good its peak in the polls. It would take a small inversion of the yield curve for the unemployed Techno Prime is praised. It would thus replace naturally greedy reserved in his triumph, the bald Sphynx , our national mité Fanfan. The big orange sun
just entered the year without making noise ... The moment of twilight, like the dawn, encourages contemplation. Tuesday, July 12
income in the cave water and dancing in the hot equatorial. Theme party. Jazz horizon. That will we spare the eardrums.
Tour news pending. Mité and Balla, consistent cohabitationniste, decided a few weeks ago, Operation Turquoise in Rwanda. I'm not going to complain, I q-ui me despair of inaction in the face of killings in all directions.
Algeria continues its descent into hell. Exterminators daily rhythm. The practice of extreme Islamists shipment unabated.
Jazz Orchestra composed of pallid: in itself an incongruous addition to the heads of stunned. Little stroll in the blues. Not bad at all.
trails Islamism are all hints of irreversible manure pit. The means of destabilization of the various forms of power-cons they have a semblance of reality? For
terror, systematization of the crime is an old tradition.
That these religious fanatics explain to me the philosophy of action. Where then is nestled all religious wisdom, if it ever existed? Believe and massacred curious alchemy. Creation of man to kill his neighbor, inept design. It will answer this purpose before this scabrous immanence deified.
No peaceful solution in front of a determination of extermination. The only attitude to terrorism, religious or not, is the cons-terrorism by all possible means of violence. Since it is hard to shake a mullah, it should neutralize it, to destroy any additional risk of harm. ************
Miss M. Nadette
[...] Course Liberty
69000 Lyon Paris, July 22, 1994
I improve my alertness to answer two long haul. The intensity of your words, weaving meaning assure me of your practice of writing with a fiery destruction. Everything seems to cover the extreme psychological : Distraught and disillusioned theatrics, pathetic in the armholes. A little heavy
the box, I missed your chance allusions to this non-contact pickup. Could you flash in my lantern for the triumph of good transparency? First
titles in the collection that occupies my fury: Bethune and Valenciennes each have their book, while beautiful to cover the inter- pages. I am thinking very seriously to exhume the Revolution Lyon Baron Raverat. If you have some useful connections, I would be delighted if you do enjoy myself.
At the beginning of next, I will resume my studied law and, if equivalence is accepted, I will undertake a Master of Arts in parallel to my activities.
Among the changes I referred, the most striking is the profound disagreement occurred between my sister Alice and my dad heart. 27 years of harmony to achieve such a break, it's sad the depths. Difficult to write more ...
My summer program is sold out: continuation of my editorial activities, outings in the ownership of short-Autremen, tanning and fitness relevant to the maintenance of the park, fix my journal the first volume should be called On the edge .
Until you read, good luck to you.
Persuaders. ************
Sunday, July 25
1:30. Moonlit night. At the bottom of my bed in the bedroom of the guys, I take this writing painfully, Karl, in his, nibbling on some snacks squinting Avengers leather. Bad breath, my words are of no interest. Tuesday, July 26
It is high time to move the pen to counter apathy heat wave, which reduced my black on white .
I sweat great drops in my Purgatory, would it be a terrible sign: the infernal regions they watched me?
pro side. Success at last. The release of Loridan, The Red Terror in Valenciennes , has met all expectations. Beautiful color cover, which reproduces a painting by Moreau-Deschanvre, great grandfather Etienne Gaspard sponsor. Saturday, July 30
Chateau Au. Agenda: rebuilding the main entrance gate. Brushing, high pressure cleaning splashes, painting. Late afternoon, the body is speckled with dark green.
Getaway with Sally, and Hermione Karl Park of Fin. The artificial lake approached through a sandy beach built. Water still wet, delivers a bath temperature.
not particularly inspired, at this moment to write. Is it because I'm the correction of the first 300 pages of my personal notes. I'll probably title On the edge ? At least not powerful muse.
I will limit myself to record the following facts and I will elaborate later.
Plan Personal: Received a nice card from Aurora Island of Oleron. Everything seems to go well for her.
Resume epistolary contact with Mr. Nadette
Very nice interview with Aline L.
nice dinner with Vania C.
In the NL, nice exchange with a cute little Algerian Anglicized, Noar, in preparation of a thesis. At the castle
Karl just got his HGV license, but has been battered by two olibrius degenerate. Heim
not going well. Relations do not improve with Alice.
Plan Pro: very difficult to attach to my interlocutors-ing editorial projects. Vacation, holiday ... Friday, August 12
Birthday Heim. I leave at dawn to the castle. Alice makes the break time particularly gloomy. The party is at half mast.
Monday, August 15 Four days in Au.
Friday, against all odds, one of the most beautiful birthday for Heim, a rare emotional intensity. Vanessa had the wonderful idea, not without tug of doubt until the last moment to gather twenty bits of cabbage and young the village around a large table of goodies located in the park.
Children already know us and their kindness, generosity swear, not unhappily, with their education a little rough.
Petite blonde doll, terror budding browser malignant intelligence of a boy in blue disease and sentenced to medium term, all sorts of characters, figures drive the magical dessert.
The park, shortly after, games, shouts, laughter, slight altercations in the myriad of kids. Each adult leader of youth improvised garden, to preserve the delicate balance that makes the enchanting afternoon. A rainy interlude
forces us to come together in the winter garden where Vanessa Heim then improvise some white and black piano.
Emotional Salience in existential despair: the human will point slice long time as one of the delights of life heïmienne for less bushy. The contrast between the love of these toddlers crude and destructive will of Alice trace more uniqueness in the depths of torment and the wave of happiness bloomed on the lawns of the castle. Sunday, August 21
Fontès I leave tomorrow morning at six twenty pétante. Four-day stay shared the company of my sweet grandmother, the rays of the sun spin doctors, and night walks in the labyrinthine village. Small
synthesis before weighing anchor and join the Dordogne visiting my paternal , his girlfriend and baby Alex.
Solitaire As usual, the resort will die in this state of mind. Fontes, after charming town of Herault, halfway between sea and mountains, proud of his church from the twelfth century, ennobled by its main street dedicated to the Republic and renovated as mini Champs-Elysees. Life seems peaceful, punctuated by the chatter of Aging and turbulence playful youth. Observer, I was much more an actor. Unable to fit in with any group or four unfortunate sunrises. Slight frustration quickly overtaken by the prevailing peace and relaxation.
Particularism this village where old age is abundant: he created in me an awareness of my youth, my physical ability, my health facing destitution bedridden, their faces covered crevasses, leg veins up to indecency, these lived for many years as a forced renunciation, diseases and difficulties to tarnish the spark of tired eyes. My feeling is ambiguous face disqualification, immanent death, facing the sweetness of the refuge where the chorus at Brel swings: from his home on the street, his home right outside the door and his home in the cemetery. The man meets
in fact very little. Never in a megalopolis, where the race is not rigorous, we can not experience this relief with the sweet melancholy and inevitable work time.
I remember the faces, old acquaintances, marked by the years, new couples and their toddlers. Slow but deep dizzy watching these successive generations.
remains my own decadence, my ineffable rout in human relations. Always rave about the how and why of the thing, I mess up quite a number of moments. At the same time, when I attend primary behaviors, mindless of the youth feel that I should close this curious reinforces my distrust each other. Hatred for any group mâlifiant reminds us, with a depressing power, our primate origins. Curiosity and penchant for the sensitive individual, beautiful, intelligent, healthy in body and spirit, aesthetic, perhaps. Probably, certainly more inclined towards the fairer sex, emotional-sexual research requires. I leave
Fontès with some touching pictures: misty eyes of my grandmother, who kissed me one last time and wonder if it will still be our world next year, Mr. S. chaleu-reuse and conversation about his visits to Paris in the thirties, about the country and its transformations, and the pretty girls who walk the ancient stone villages and a hello m'adressent intrigued or embarrassed, the priest in his beautiful church, his moralizing and his altar boys, beautiful as angels, and these memories jostling. .. Monday, August 22
Awaiting embarkation, destination Marmande.
Dawn has discovered my poetic way. The minibus, which leads me to the train station in Montpellier through a kind of steaming its dew, between a pale moon and the flickering orange of a star regenerated. Weakling for writing this morning. I quit my poor description.
News stalking again hot topics at the approach of autumn returned. Reserves Big Media s'irriguent of international misdeeds. More than enough to sate the appetite of the apostles cureteur solicitation of a thousand spices. The function of the ruminant reporter opens his life up vast opportunities for exploring muddy he believes the Good Cause: questionable purity where the repulsive crapotent insanities of a muddy area that humanism Gerber informed Montaigne. Fast scanning
concerns of these sad idols virtues deliquescent.
Carlos, whose work has resulted in dozens of dead and hundreds of scarves, amputation, disabled for life, will finally get to the Assize Court and its popular jury, failing platoon summary execution. Thick man that is hard to imagine lace, a charisma likely, unwilling to what he nibbles on the head lice, it fascinates and excites manifestly columnists columnists.
Candy's story: officers of the French DST it would have fallen on the coat, then it would be anesthetized liposucked some fat double buoy the integrated approaches of bibendum. Child, Carlos was being treated for little fat and he had vowed to take revenge on this world. The big fat has been overtaken by his gut. Wednesday, August 31
23:45. 15 minutes of September, concentration of all receipts. I must make a small point.
After leaving my grandmother last Monday, I joined pater, his wife Anna and Alex the little one in the Perigord. A house located in the Meyronne shelters us. Wednesday, skipping a day in Paris by plane. Discover the charms Perigord: Castle Beynac, Milandes Hautefort, etc.. Escape by canoe on a lake, etc.. Resuming
contact Mr. Nadette sticking out of a big depression. I hope it is not related to my temporary break. Its implied irritate me a bit. I do not want our friendly understanding drift of sentimentalism. I feel no sexual interest and love for her. It must soon come to Paris. We'll see ... Alice In
the phone. I listen to his soliloquy. His determination to escape the family has not changed, but it seems to acknowledge the physical and moral backlash. I reminded my differences with respect to its analysis.
Plays of the moment: My newspaper since the release of Galtier-Boissiere, Bergson by Félicien Challaye, On writers Drieu La Rochelle and The order by Edwin SS Thibaut. Of cream ... Further corrections
my Journal . Much work remains to be done. Sometimes a complete rewrite is necessary. Maybe I'm too critical. I may even distort the nature of the subject.
Big cleaning in my editorial projects in progress.
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