It is one of those books that you know, deeply, they are for you, and the perpetrators seem close you ... Like old friends with whom you have conversed through a long summer evening ... And
Jean d'Ormesson seems to be part of them ... And his book
"It's a strange thing to the end that the world" when you have in your hands, your eyes following the lines tirelessly, your hands turn the pages blacked out, then you seem like a long dialogue you might have had on the patio of a farmhouse, deep in Provence, after a few glasses of wine a glowing ...
"What is life and where is it? How does the universe Why is there something instead of nothing? Mathematicians to Greek philosophers, Einstein and quantum theory, through Newton and Darwin, now three thousand years men s'effrorcent to answer these questions.
History has accelerated for three or four centuries. We have entered modern and postmodern age. Science, technology, the numbers have conquered the planet. It seems that reason has prevailed. It allowed men to replace the gods at the head world affairs.
Where are we today? God is relegated to the museum of the glories of foreign powers and deprived? Does life have a meaning or is it a parenthesis between two nothings? Is it permissible to expect anything beyond death?
With the words the simplest and clearest, the more strictly melee of mirth. Jean d'Ormesson addresses these problems in a new way and to always tell the reader the fabulous novel of the universe and man. "
(Editions Robert Laffon.) I met Jean D'Ormesson, on the first page of his book: "One fine morning in July, under a sun that banged hard, I wondered where we came from, where we were going and what we did on this Earth. "
In his Prologue, I followed a man full of knowledge, which I recounted the history of men, their questions, answers (sometimes false) to their anxieties, the great discoveries that have changed their world, without rendering it less mysterious provided
... As a teacher who 'Mr' s Ormesson explained to me (here in no particular order) Ancient Egypt, Plato, Newton, Copernicus, Darwin, Hubble, Einstein ... But with the words that I understood, finally ...
Yes, Jean d'Ormesson m has brought science with the words I love, those who make me dream, love, feel. And then I became a science as an inexhaustible source of knowledge ... I drink from this source, I liked to drink this water, and I look forward today to be more, with other guides ...
same time he told me know, in his Prologue, Jean d'Ormesson pointing his finger towards the mystery ...
While he was explaining what we know, he gave me to do what we did not know ...
anxiety and happiness ...
Fear and soothing ...
To know that the world holds its share of the unknown, not being able to touch the infinitely small, not the infinitely large to think ...
And while I was trying to amaze me before the Man and his discoveries, Jean d'Ormesson made me read "The dream of the old" ... I understood then that we knew nothing, especially not the answer to our greatest fear: death, nothingness, God ...
...
After we conversed together on the world and he offered me his knowledge, I could, then, to know Jean d'Ormesson.
I talked about men, punctuated his chapters in speaking of him ... We interviewed together on "an inexhaustible world" on the present, future, past, man ... Turning a these questions by chapter, trying to answer, in vain.
The author introduces me all these people who have tried their past life, suffered at times, to seek answers. Some
in Science, Theology in the other, and others in Letters ...
And instead of having a bland summary of history or science, I was face meetings ... With time, with people with a history, with men ...
...
Finally, through these questions, I realized that the man asked. A simple man, a man of Letters and Science, but that these Letters and Science will not save that of Death, Lady invisible and immortal, meeting immutable, imperturbable calm ...
is a third party that we talked about ...
As if the evening and the moon rising slowly up into the sky, drunkenness and fatigue brought to confessions ... As if after talking, drinking, eating, thinking, then we knew enough about this issue, so human and so intimate at once.
And as my eyes roamed these lines, I felt reassured. I realized the vision of this man who so loved life that death seemed like welcome ...
The vision of this man who accepts more than he understands.
The mystery is not and will not be pierced ...
... I then closed
"It's a strange thing to the end that the world" and I pondered this title ...
I turned off the small lamp enthroned on my bedside table and I'm lying quietly, watching the city lights scroll across the ceiling of the room.
Welfare.
I had no real answer, but I was feeling.
life I felt on my skin.
A breath against my cheek.
And closed my eyes. Quietly.
...
I liked even more this life.
... Thank you Mr
Ormesson!
Rose
and presto, this book will be "my book choice" for V & S ABFA challenge.
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