a very ambiguous VOICE that never fails;

 The partners often found in each new episode unpleasant passages for themselves, and so many became spiteful, to me and to their associates. I would certainly need more imagination than I have to reverse the general effect of this. And yet I had more than I had before. -----Don't be cynical (!) -----, she said. She might have been trying to be funny, but she remained cold. ----- You have dissolved the meaning of the world ''in form'' and transformed your literature into a permanent state of exception. In whose flame the signs of the world are entirely consumed, placing readers and narrator before the Absolute. ART or TERROR (?) every poetic terrorist is a misologist, who in the drop of water that remains on his fingertips believes to be the sea in which he plunges his images (.) ------, she said. The Sword of the Prophet . SILVER IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE . The general contagion was embarrassing because it was also very amusing; because it came from me to the world and exhorted us all (equally) to be faithful to the VOICE until the end, patiently carrying out our reduced role until its final extremities of irruption, until its status as a PUBLIC THING. ------To overcome panic. The refrigerator. The stars... as I wanted from the beginning: a very ambiguous VOICE that never fails; difficult to follow in its reasonings and decrees. Plat comme la belle peinture. Rare are the voices of which the same thing can be said. Indeed, as a sign of cordiality and Royal benevolence. ACE OF JANUS .-----, I said. And we really had the impression that (where was the ART?) that VOICE would be able to erase all the decadent human forms of the world, disfiguring them into a chaos of colors, tones and shades terribly ambiguous. A speaking and formless mist would swallow reality and, when it fell silent without warning, plunging us into doubt and the obscurity of apprehension, it would force us to wait attentively for its return, drinking drinks and picking out quotations, even if the world, with all its authorities gathered and unanimous, ordered us to do this or that under penalty of indescribable torture. Rien de ce monde... the VOICE returning next like the torso of a Venus sculpted in Parian marble, emerging from the ruins of a burned city!