Soft flannels and soft cashmere for impeccably draped jackets.
Chiseled words, sparkling and sometimes brittle, almost hurtful.
At all times, and even when he lived in the darkest of miseries, Georges Kiejman insisted on being elegant.
To wear beautiful.
In verb and appearance.
With a form of arrogance, even of
"surface arrogance"
that he recognizes today.
A way for this
"schnorrer"
(beggar in Yiddish, editor's note), this former
"proletarian
" turned
"someone",
to take shelter behind fabric fortresses and barricades of words.
To protect oneself from a throbbing melancholy with very fragile armor.
To face the gaze of others.
To counter this persistent and inexorable feeling of not being in his place.
"Illegitimacy is what we feel in the eyes of others,
" he explains, he who for a long time seemed to be a rock of certainties, with a rude and harsh tone.
A caricature of this famous “left caviar”.
Appearances, it is true, do not play ...
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