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back to work. Trying to avoid silly jokes about Carla Bruni. In fact, things are getting better: I managed to spend a day without hearing about him. I heard whispers about yachts, top models and oil, but nothing but soft whispers, slippery whispers. I heard the wind surfing on the price we cost, us human beings, the heaviness we bear, when a stock-option is so light, so airy, so fluid.. I heard the rain tip toeing on my shoulders, going: you're not worse 1 per cent, not one per cent. i heard my courage going back and forth like a wave on a pebble beach, rage, rage, rage...

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la terminologie implique-t-elle l'expéreince? Peut-on poser et saisir? Le contenu épouse-t-il son contenant? Si vous avez des idées..
quand freud parle d'acte manqué, pose- t-il un signifiant nouveau sur un contenu qu'il découvre ou s'empare-t-il d'un mot qui a déjà une histoire?

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Salle des professeurs, fin d'après midi

When the facts are coming stronger than the thoughts,I just seem to loose my balance.
Some French teachers seem to believe that they can't understand anything about maths.Some maths teachers try to tell them that what maths is all about is simplifying things. The language of maths is simpler than that of a poem, or a play... A straight line only exists on the black board, it doesn't exist in real life. Hum... I did believe, when I was a child, that maths was about poetry, that the visual effect of a parabolic figure was what mattered, in the end, but now, i kind of think that a circle never ends and that a point is just the blink of an eye.