“Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let me heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only. That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before: On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes flown before”.
Then the bird said, “Nevermore”.
Edgar Allan Poe
Bonjour bonjour…I can’t go through all the hiding: Even if your home is always a magnet
Seulement le nécessaire … mais… combien c’est le necessaire…???