« Sometimes when an indiscreet stranger comes to question him about his life - a taxi, a provincial hairdresser, a train neighbour - Yves invents a trade, builds a life, with impunity for anonymity ....The time of a race place of Italy - Rue Montmartre, he becomes one of the European specialists of the cryptobiosis of tardigrades. - What about what?" said the taxi - From the cryptobiosis of tardigrades. Tardigrades are very small animals no bigger than a pinhead. They are able to expel all the water from their bodies to withstand extreme temperatures in Antarctica: this is cryptobiosis. In this state, they can survive years, sometimes centuries. I've been studying them for twenty-two years now. --We pay you for it with our taxes? Ask for the worried taxi." »

« This is it. The brooms bend in the westerly wind, albatross hover in the grey sky of the English Channel. The mist rising from the sea shifts to the contours of the white houses of Yport, at the very bottom. Victor is lying in the tall grass, and looks at the clouds. A seagull lands near read and Victor would like it to approach again, until it touches its wings to bring him a little of this primordial life, to him who is no longer more than doubt. He stands up, walks towards the cliff, sits at the edge of the precipice and touches the white chalk, which the rain has washed a hundred times. »

« The song has the age of the man who comes out of the elevator with his shoulders drooping, his breath short... »