Chronic
Every week
The chronicle of Grégoire Delacourt
And it was this woman’s turn to read what she had written. Fifteen minutes before, I had given a topic and, in turn, the ten participants read their text aloud. I asked them to do this with conviction, because there is sometimes a difference in tone between speech and writing: the first revealing the inaccuracies of the second. This woman was standing to my left. She looked at the two lines she had drawn on her page. He began reading. Laborious. Buta on a few syllables. Both sentences were bad. Wobbly. Arrhythmics. I reassured her. The exercise was perhaps poorly executed. She raised her head, looked at me, considered the others around, and began to say what she wanted to write and suddenly her words were graceful, lively, precise. His constructed and musical sentences. And the story she wanted to tell, moving and effective.
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