{"id":9464,"date":"2017-09-08T08:08:28","date_gmt":"2017-09-08T06:08:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=9464"},"modified":"2017-09-05T07:59:16","modified_gmt":"2017-09-05T05:59:16","slug":"lhomme-des-plages","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=9464","title":{"rendered":"L&rsquo;homme des plages"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Morceau choisi<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">(&#8230;) Dr\u00f4les de gens. De ceux qui ne laissent sur leur passage qu&rsquo;une bu\u00e9e vite dissip\u00e9e. Nous nous entretenions souvent, Hutte et moi, de ces \u00eatres dont les traces se perdent. Ils surgissent un beau jour du n\u00e9ant et y retournent apr\u00e8s avoir brill\u00e9 de quelques paillettes. Reines de beaut\u00e9. Gigolos. Papillons. La plupart d&rsquo;entre eux, m\u00eame de leur vivant, n&rsquo;avaient pas plus de consistance qu&rsquo;une vapeur qui ne se condensera jamais. Ainsi, Hutte me citait-il en exemple un individu qu&rsquo;il appelait \u00a0\u00bb l&rsquo;homme des plages \u00ab\u00a0. Cet homme avait pass\u00e9 quarante ans de sa vie sur des plages ou au bord de piscines, \u00e0 deviser aimablement avec des estivants et de riches oisifs. Dans les coins et \u00e0 l&rsquo;arri\u00e8re-plan de milliers de photos de vacances, il figure en maillot de bain au milieu de groupes joyeux mais personne ne pourrait dire son nom et pourquoi il se trouve l\u00e0. Et personne ne remarqua qu&rsquo;un jour il avait disparu des photographies. Je n&rsquo;osais pas le dire \u00e0 Hutte mais j&rsquo;ai cru que \u00a0\u00bb l&rsquo;homme des plages \u00a0\u00bb c&rsquo;\u00e9tait moi. D&rsquo;ailleurs je ne l&rsquo;aurais pas \u00e9tonn\u00e9 en le lui avouant. Hutte r\u00e9p\u00e9tait qu&rsquo;au fond nous sommes tous des \u00ab\u00a0hommes des plages\u00a0\u00bb et que \u00ab\u00a0le sable \u2014 je cite ses propres termes \u2014 ne gardent que quelques secondes l&#8217;empreinte de nos pas.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>Patrick Modiano \u2013 Rue des boutiques obscures \u2013 1978<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">&#8230; ET DEMAIN, UN TEXTE COURT : \u00ab\u00a0MAREE MONTANTE\u00a0\u00bb<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Morceau choisi (&#8230;) Dr\u00f4les de gens. De ceux qui ne laissent sur leur passage qu&rsquo;une bu\u00e9e vite dissip\u00e9e. Nous nous entretenions souvent, Hutte et moi, de ces \u00eatres dont les traces se perdent. Ils surgissent un beau jour du n\u00e9ant et y retournent apr\u00e8s avoir brill\u00e9 de quelques paillettes. Reines de beaut\u00e9. Gigolos. Papillons. La &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=9464\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">L&rsquo;homme des plages<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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_feature_clip_id":0,"_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":[687],"class_list":["post-9464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-citations","tag-patrick-modiano"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9464","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=9464"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9464\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}