" I am not insane…I am not like it ! "thus finished the dream of Vital, in cries and sweat. "How did I make to think that ? "it wondered. It did not find the answer, because never it N’had to think a similar thing by the way D’it. The sun coming inlassablement to point out L to him’hour of the alarm clock, it rose, trailing a such zombie until in the bathroom or there fills the wash-hand basin D’cold water for S’to be heavily.
Monday morning, one day like other A this close C’was the day of the visits. Painfully, it left L’apartment or Mrs. Rostand her aunt still slept. Only two streets separated L’apartment from the college, to two streets of the " prison " was said T-it. It joked well on, but there is on qu’it N’were not great advantages to be Vital with the Malraux college. Notes, they N’were neither good nor bad, of Profs, all this qu’there is of more banal, and the friends, not no, just of the comrades, of the " buddies ", nothing serious good. It N’was scoffed nor not liked more that the others, just a kid of which one was not worried a L’existence.
One day S’completed already, at least with the Malraux college, because Vital him L’had not finished, C’was the day of the visits. It knew the way by Cœur, the eyes closed, it will know found. L’coming winter, it N’did not have there crowd in the large garden, where mixed pine, oak, shrub and grass, and which bordered the large building of stone, holding up highly its growing old whiteness deteriorated by time. It N’did not like L’fascinating odor of these large corridors interminable, of which it wondered which was L’idiotic which had had L’absurd idea to pose a so ugly tiling.
Room 314, 3rd stage, it was going to open the door when the doctor L’challenged, indicating to him the direction of the rooms of the examinations. It set out again in the large corridors, then S’stopped in front of a picture window giving on a room D’examination psychological. Its glance was fixed, C’was it. It seemed nervous in this room, making great gestures, going up on a chair, the guards finishing by L’immobilizing on the table. A nurse passing tenderly put a hand to him on L’shoulders while saying : " is C’your mother, my boy ? "
D’only one slope of the head, it marked a positive answer. " C’is finished, said it, C’is finished ". it knew pertinently that this N’was not finished. At best, it will put it under calming, in the worst case they L’will attach has its bed. But he S’did not irritate any more, N’wanted some more has anybody, he tried to include/understand.
He set out again without L’to have seen, C’was like that some time. On the way of the return, not only one tear did not betray sadness qu’it could have, it tried not to think of it. It returned has L’apartment, a plate of soup and a piece of meat L’waited in the kitchen. Mrs. Rostand and her husband ate only seldom with him. They did not hate it more qu’it L’did not like, they S’did not interest C in it’is all. C’was reciprocal.
Such was each day, the life the week, the small perfectly monotonous life of Vital, small unknown of the Malraux College.
The dream was often repeated : " I am not as " some howled time. Not, NOT !...... but can be that…yes. He says himself one morning. After all, qu’it would have lost has to become like it, of the friends, not, a happy life, not, good notes, not, of good Profs, either. On the contrary qu’it would have gained has to become like it, of the friends, not, of good notes, not,…a mother, yes, a happy life, can be. This idea did not leave it any more, haunted it. Did three days later, it rise N’not having slept of the night remarks qu’it held has his/her comrades became incoherent, completely absurd " Vital, you are well ? "and him to answer" oh, a standard lamp which speaks…but I request you cease m’dazzling kind, you have the oozing moustache and the underworld slang ". It challenged people in full street " what, qu’you want, T’has shoes has the place of the ears and the hand in the form of catch, and you bring back itself it, but you know that J’have boxing glove in my slipway and I can make you a nose in hole of ball ". A little later L’nurse of the college L’locked up in a room, and a psychologist was called. One week later one decided his internment in L’psychiatric asylum very close of at his place, the same one as his/her mother. They had decided to put it in the same service as its mom. Dice qu’it saw it, it made a broad smile, it like was alleviated.
