#p. 60

[everyillumi]

[livrolatra]

“- Existe alguma coisa mais forte que um déjà vu? - murmurou Jordan.

 - Isso que estamos vendo agora - respondeu Abby”.

- Sanctum

[englishsummerprojectkellyd-blog]

Bertrand Tézac Character Analysis

Even when I was 60 pages into Sarah’s Key (which is six chapters of Julia Jarmond’s perspective), I can get an idea of how Bertrand’s attitude toward life is. Bertrand seems very full of himself and arrogant and thinks that he is the best man that had graced the Earth. He is so ”charming” that he seems almost secretive. Bertrand does not seem fond of Julia’s friends, especially her two closest friends, Hervé and Christophe, who are a gay couple. When Julia tells him [Bertrand] that she is writing an article commemorating the sixtieth anniversary of the Vel’ d’Hiv’ roundup, he immediately disapproves of it. I think that he shuts down the idea of his wife writing the article because it is about an shameful event that happened in Paris, especially because of his heritage with his family living in Paris during that time. He finds every reason not to publish the article than to do so. Judging by Bertrand’s demeanor, it seems that he is more concerned for his own image pertaining to the commemoration of Vel’ d’Hiv. Julia seems to be frustrated with her husband more often than not. He is rude to her, making jokes about her constantly. She [Julia] even admits it and will not tell him to stop doing so. Though he seems to know that he is wrong by making up to her through “romantic gestures.” The only concrete reason that I could possibly interpret as to why Bertrand and Julia are still married is that they have their eleven-year-old daughter Zoë to be concerned about. However, Zoë acts more mature for her age, so she would probably understand if her mother and father ever decided to get a divorce.

[mythologyofblue]

Dreaming makes everything in me which is not strange, foreign, speak.

Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text

[zhu-hong]

And Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is too weak and fuddled to shake off.

C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters