And there was his body at the mercy of the life that was escaping him step by step. All his speeches, which he thought were his, were no longer there to nod their invented and always obedient heads. Slave discourses converted into masters.
Now he was beginning to realize the contract he had signed, without realizing it. An indefinite contract that he clung to in order to convince himself that his reason had to be defended against the enemies of unreason. An unconscious chaos in which everyone said the same thing with different words.
In front of the door of the new world, the body at the mercy of life gave a last speech:
- Me, me, me, me, me, me and me. Always me, never you. Forgive me, and thank you.