They are leaving, the masters of our youth, leaving us in the same confusion, but those of them who lingered for a long time among us, like Marcel Bluwal, we have the impression that it was their will. , until the last moments, to pass on to us a little of this fire that Cocteau wanted to take with him if the house burned down.
Also the child of the avenue Daumesnil, of the Shoah, of the left, of works and of himself will never have been old.
He will have preserved until the end, in the face of all the requisitions in the world, this withdrawal, this judgment which are those of childhood surprised by injustice.
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Maybe there are only two ways to be a man, at least when the feeling of injustice hits you to the heart.
The first is to imagine yourself as a legislator, reformer or judge.
The second is to pull the sleeves of grown-ups to show them what is wrong with our earthly existence.
Marcel Bluwal belonged to the second category.
He never stopped
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