{"id":55726,"date":"2026-01-14T07:47:03","date_gmt":"2026-01-14T06:47:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=55726"},"modified":"2026-01-17T17:45:07","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T16:45:07","slug":"les-dieux-rigolent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=55726","title":{"rendered":"Les dieux rigolent"},"content":{"rendered":"
L\u2019homme aime ; il hait, pr\u00e9voit, d\u00e9cide, se bat, transpire, saigne, esp\u00e8re. \r\nDans l\u2019Olympe, les dieux regardent et rigolent. \r\nLa preuve :<\/span> <\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/pre>\n
Lettre du mercredi 30 d\u00e9cembre 1959 d\u2019Albert Camus \u00e0 Maria Casar\u00e8s.
\n<\/em><\/span>\u00ab\u00a0Bon. Derni\u00e8re lettre. Juste pour te dire que j\u2019arrive mardi, par la route, remontant avec les Gallimard lundi (ils passent par ici vendredi). Je te t\u00e9l\u00e9phonerai \u00e0 mon arriv\u00e9e, mais on pourrait peut-\u00eatre convenir d\u00e9j\u00e0 de d\u00eener ensemble mardi. Disons en principe, pour faire la part des hasards de la route \u2014 je te confirmerai le d\u00eener au t\u00e9l\u00e9phone.
\nJe t\u2019envoie d\u00e9j\u00e0 une cargaison de tendres v\u0153ux, et que la vie rejaillisse en toi pendant toute l\u2019ann\u00e9e, te donnant le cher visage que j\u2019aime depuis tant d\u2019ann\u00e9es (mais je l\u2019aime soucieux aussi, et de toutes les mani\u00e8res). Je plie ton imperm\u00e9able dans l\u2019enveloppe et j\u2019y joins tous les soleils du c\u0153ur.
\nA bient\u00f4t, ma superbe. Je suis si content \u00e0 l\u2019id\u00e9e de te revoir que je ris en t\u2019\u00e9crivant. J\u2019ai referm\u00e9 mes dossiers et ne travaille plus (trop de famille et trop d\u2019amis de la famille !)
\nJe n\u2019ai donc plus de raison de me priver de ton rire, et de nos soir\u00e9es, ni de ma patrie. Je t\u2019embrasse, je te serre contre moi jusqu\u2019\u00e0 mardi, o\u00f9 je recommencerai.
\nA.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n
Ce 30 d\u00e9cembre 1959, Maria Casar\u00e8s est \u00e0 Paris et Albert Camus \u00e0 Lourmarin. Camus choisit de rentrer \u00e0 Paris avec son \u00e9diteur et dans la matin\u00e9e du lundi 4 janvier. Entre Pont sur Yonne et Montereau, la Facel Vega de Michel Gallimard quitte la route et s\u2019\u00e9crase contre un platane. Camus est tu\u00e9 sur le coup. Gallimard meurt quelques jours plus tard. \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/pre>\n
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L\u2019homme aime ; il hait, pr\u00e9voit, d\u00e9cide, se bat, transpire, saigne, esp\u00e8re. Dans l\u2019Olympe, les dieux regardent et rigolent. La preuve : Lettre du mercredi 30 d\u00e9cembre 1959 d\u2019Albert Camus \u00e0 Maria Casar\u00e8s. \u00ab\u00a0Bon. Derni\u00e8re lettre. Juste pour te dire que j\u2019arrive mardi, par la route, remontant avec les Gallimard lundi (ils passent par ici … Continuer la lecture de Les dieux rigolent<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[853,1863],"class_list":["post-55726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-citations","tag-albert-camus","tag-rediffusion"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55726","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=55726"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55726\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=55726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=55726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=55726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}