CHAPTER 47
The lesson, despite everything, was a success. I didn’t think it would excite me so much to delineate aloud the creative processes that had pushed me toward John Keats’s fictional biography. And I never would have imagined finding such an attentive and participant audience. In the end, I was forced to stay to answer the questions of some students interested in my work. So, even from the professional point of view, I hung in the balance between research and creativity, as in the private sphere I was between real life and dreamed life. It was probably my destiny.
After a compulsory lunch with colleagues, congratulations, greetings and pleasantries, I was finally free. I had called Geoff when I arrived the day before. Then I also called my mother to greet the children. It seemed
