Humanism

I was 11 when I found this book in an old trunk in the attic. I do not know why I took it, sat in the dusty afternoon light coming through the window and got me started reading. Then they called me. Instead of putting him in his place, I put it in passing on the table beside my bed The following night, he became my favorite book. No one reads them from start to finish and we finish then stored in a library, but of those who guard worn out and we open at random, regardless of the page, and whose we catch the flight for the first line continue to be sated. I knew Guillaumet, and like him, what I have done, no animal would have, then I dreamed, rocked by narrative poetry, imagining me back against my bed, like St-Ex on his a dune in the desert against the curvature of the Earth, blasted into space under the starry sky. I empreignais gradually style of Saint-Exupéry - style that will follow me the rest of my life. But, in retrospect, I realize that the impact of these readings influenced me far beyond what I could imagine. The deep humanism of Saint-Exupéry persists and still lives in me. And more.

This book is more me than some old yellowed pages of a Gallimar 1939 edition (which I have always matter - I never put the book in the trunk). This book is who I became, at least in part.

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