[G] Tristitude

Ca faisait longtemps, un billet purement Agregalère.
J'ai fini le bouquin de civi. Yay.
Faut maintenant relire les notes, fiches, apprendre les dates et faire au moins un sujet de dissert.
Pas yay.

J'ai voulu faire autre chose pour me détendre. Genre, de la trad'.
Voilà l'bousin :

That fast now : tomorrow, and the railroad did run unbroken from Memphis to Carolina, the light-wheeled bulb-stacked wood-burning engines shrieking among the swamps and cane-brakes where bear and panther still lurkerd, and through the open woods where browsing deer still drifted in pale bands like unwinded smoke : because they – the wild animals, the beasts – remained , they coped, they would endure ; a day, and they would flee, lumber, scuttle across the clearings already overtaken and relinquished by the hawk-shaped shadows of mail planes ; they would endure, only the wild men were gone ; indeed, tomorrow, and there would be grown men in Jefferson who could not even remember a drunken Indian in the jail ; another tomorrow – so quick, so rapid, so fast – and not even a highwayman anymore of the old true sanguinary girt and tradition of Hare and Mason and the mad Harpes ; even Murrell, their thrice-compounded heir and apotheosis, who had taken his heritage of simple rapacity and bloodlust and converted it into a bloody dream of outlaw-empire, was gone, finished, as obsolete as Alexander, checkmated and stripped not even by man but by Progress, by a pierceless front of middleclass morality, which refused him even the dignity of execution as a felon, but instead merely branded him on the hand like an Elizabethan pickpocket – until all remained of the old days for the jail to incarcerate was the runaway slave, for his little hour more, his little minute yet while the time, the land, the nation, the American earth, whirled faster and faster toward the plunging precipice of its destiny.

That fast, that rapid : a commodity in the land now which until now had dealt first in Indians : then in acres and sections and boundaries : - an economy : Cotton : a king : omnipotent and omnipresent : a destiny of which (obvious now) the plow and the axe had been merely the tools ; not plow and axe which had effaced the wilderness, but Cotton : petty globules of Motion weightless and myriads even in the hand of a child, incapable even of wadding a rifle, let alone of charging it, yet potent enough to sever the very taproots of oak and hickory and gum, leaving the acre-shading tops to winter and vanish in one single season beneath that fierce minted glare ; not the rifle nor the plow which drove at last the bear and deer and panther into the last jungle fastness of the river bottoms, but Cotton ;

William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun. 

Haha. Haha.

Ouais, deux phrases. 

Mais deux tonnes de larmes. 

En ce moment, tous les textes, version_thème, que je bosse, me donne cette impression d'impossibilité sadique et déprimante. 

GRAHOUHMARRE. 

Voilà.