Sartre en diable,Used

Sartre en diable,Used

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Dans 'Les Mots', Sartre raconte l'histoire d'un fou enferm SainteAnne, criant dans son lit qu'il est le prince, ordonnant qu'on mette le GrandDuc aux arrts. Les infirmiers s'approchent de lui et lui disent l'oreille de se moucher. Puis ils demandent au malade quel est son mtier. Celuici rpond qu'il est cordonnier. Sa voix s'apaise un instant mais soudain il se remet crier, il se prend de nouveau pour le prince. Sartre conclut cette anecdote en disant que nous sommes tous comme cet homme, sempiternels cordonniers qui se rvent princes. Sur le modle de cette petite histoire, coutons cette autre : un crivain est seul dans une pice. La pnombre s'est faite autour de lui. D'o vient cette obscurit, on l'ignore. Estce la ccit du vieil homme, la solitude laquelle toute uvre qui fut grande est condamne par ceux qui lui survivent, les malentendus qui entourent une pense trop mobile et trop rfractaire ? Toujours estil que la silhouette est dsarmante et qu'elle se met soudain murmurer : 'Je suis le Diable'. On s'approche, on est un peu effray, on demande : 'Qui est l ?'. On s'habitue l'ombre ou une lumire a fait son apparition, on ne sait pas, mais toujours estil qu'on voit un homme au visage jovial. C'est JeanPaul Sartre, l'homme qui a voulu rver qu'il tait le Diable. ' 'In 'Les Mots', Sartre tells the story of a madman, imprisoned in the Parisian mental hospital, SainteAnne. He's lying in his bed, yelling that he is the prince, giving orders for the arrest of the Grand Duke. The nurses draw near him and whisper in his ear that he ought to blow his nose. Then they ask him his trade. He says he's a cobbler. His voice grows calm for a moment but he begins to shout again, he thinks he's the prince. Sartre ends the anecdote by saying that we are all like that man, eternal cobblers who dream of being princes. Bit here's another story in the same vein: A writer is alone in a room. Darkness gathers around him. Where it comes from, we do not know. Is it because of the old man's failing eyesight, or the solitude to which all great works are condemned by those who survive them, or the misunderstandings that surround a philosophy that's too mobile and intractable? In any case, the pathetic figure begins to murmur: 'I am the Devil'. We take a closer look, we are a little afraid. We ask: 'Who's there?'. Have our eyes grown accustomed to the darkness or did a light go on just then? We don't know, but now we see a cheerfullooking man. It is JeanPaul Sartre, the man who wanted to dream of being the Devil.'

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