Fate write a book, my last book, around or in the UK. Back to the ancestral bones. That this book, not by denial is similar to the first.
A book about Britain. Shape to find. Read, meditate. See, I walk. Funds Breton Library. Dr. Corre and Admiral Réveillère. From Villemarquée. The Celtism.
This book is similar to the first. Cycling and return to origin, confined to oneself. Back to myself. So take all the anecdote, and almost chapter by chapter Immemorial: The Bard oral without writing but not without memory, the bard and night walker. - Men in New talk: Saints preachers, the apostles of Hibernia - And again, the pagan holiday. Exoticism. Exoticism. A travel and speak Old: the forest. Britain's deaf. The third party. Here the story ends with beauty, but as a Roman? Why not. Do not try to go "further", to strive for the absolute, but as the old man dying back to the Milky childhood, toothless gums, followed by the childish memory, then the non-existence well, my last book can or should afford even the childish form of Roman. The top of my work and being a particular point median Son of Heaven or what remains to be invented ...
"The immemorial Breton"
Notes fragmentary
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