1er épisode de la bande dessinée de Jean Claude FOREST sur des poèmes d'André RUELLAN et une musique de Serge GAINSBOURG.Serge Gainsbourg chante off "Marie Mathématique".
Imaginée et dessinée par Jean-Claude Forrest, Marie Mathématique s'est animée le temps d'une mini-série diffusée dans l'émission Dim Dam Dom au milieu des années 60. Mis en musique et chantés par Serge Gainsbourg, les textes d'André Ruellan narraient alors les aventures sidérales de la petite sœur de Barbarella à qui la jeune France Gall prêta son rire. Découvrez les pérégrinations de Marie Math' l'aventureuse, première héroïne TV de science fiction.
THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were true. Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work.
Old Cotter was sitting at the fire, smoking, when I came downstairs to supper. While my aunt was ladling out my stirabout he said, as if returning to some former remark of his:
"No, I wouldn't say he was exactly... but there was something queer... there was something uncanny about him. I'll tell you my opinion...."
He began to puff at his pipe, no doubt arranging his opinion in his mind. Tiresome old fool! When we knew him first he used to be rather interesting, talking of faints and worms; but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery.
"I have my own theory about it," he said. "I think it was one of those... peculiar cases.... But it's hard to say...."
He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My uncle saw me staring and said to me:
"Well, so your old friend is gone, you'll be sorry to hear."