- you know, Camille, the day when God created Adamsberg had a bad night.
- Ah no, - said Camille looking up - I did not.
- Yes it is. And not only that he had slept badly, but was short of material. So, like a fool, he went knocking to borrow from Connect a bit 'of paraphernalia.
- You mean ... the Link below?
- Obvious. the latter did not seem real, and hastened to get him some ingredients. And God, dazed from the night-white, all mixed haphazardly. From this mixture pulled Adamsberg. It was a very unusual day.
- I was not aware of.
- There is good in all tests - Danglard said, smiling.
- And what gave him the Devil?
- Indifference, ductility, elasticity and beauty.
- Shit.
- You said it. But no one ever knew what proportion of the ill-prepared the mixture of God. It remains one of the great mysteries of modern theology.
- do not intend to deal, Adrien.
- Obviously, Camille, because it is well known that when God you had fabricated a nap of seventeen hours and was in great shape. Throughout the day, pledged to peacefully with its molded hard-working hands.
Camille smiled.
- And you, Adrien, it was God when you fabricated?
- had booze to the whole evening with the friends Raphael, Michael and Gabriel, something soon. The story is less well known.
- He could have had amazing effects.
- No, I gave him a fine tremor of the hands. That's why my boundaries are blurred, uncertain, imprecise.
Fred Vargas
And after this, I guess for every person I know or encounter what God has been able to combine the day that manufactured it.
And maybe it was when God created me ...
