It was only when one of these friends collapsed at the thought of the book he was writing that Guibert abandoned the project. La nuit est claire au firmament vital I have doubts whether his books will hold against the Cléopatra sonnets, or if he has equaled, in this vein, the poem beginning "Mon âme est une infante en robe de parade.
Son corps est son memento mori [.
The threat of death hangs more or less over Les Gangsters and is far from being dispelled by the three stories the narrator tells his father pp. Il va neiger dans quelques jours. Writing about him is also a way of putting down on paper the unsayable and the unmentionable.