Sometimes they happen to me, these rare days of sunshine, serenity and good work at the library. While I give 90% of myself to Versailles, I feel like I am losing the best part of me. When I work four days a week, I need then three days for recovery. I only sleep and want nothing. The best part of me which is dreamful and creative, full of energy, which crosses great distances and is capable to concentrate and write, write, write, is lost for the long days. The most stunning is that the body of this best part doesn’t cause any trouble. As if it were not, so indolent, so light.