are you madam a person who writes for other people?
no, i’m not a person who writes for other people
so, then, who do you write for?
i write because language imposes itself on me
as it does on others?
not as it does on all others, many others don’t produce
language
this obligation, is ita means of parturition?
no, it can simply be gallantry
it presents itself to you as an act of love?
more as a passion, as a building might offer itself, a moral act,
an ache, a pain
is its fondness returned?
insofar as my talent permits
you write, then, for everyone
for everyone, no, for some, for those who decide to accompany
me on the adventure
but exactly how does your affability win out?
the same way the Duke of Nemours prevailed before his love,
that is, with persistence: the most violent, least natural and
steeliest in the world