***Prosper Jolyot de CRÉBILLON: “Un dessein si funeste, s’il n’est digne d’Atrée, est digne de Thyeste” Atrée et Thyeste (Acte 5)

****- A few excerpts skimming over an announced revenge by fire:

” Her two co-workers, a married couple, had just been hospitalized after a fire in their little apartment, the boss was away on business, and more people were dropping in than habitually would on a Thursday” [   ] ” it was indeed the paperback edition  of Figures in a Golden Window [  ] there's a rather dramatic scene in a Riviera villa, when the little girl, the narrator's daughter [   ] sets her new dollhouse on fire and the whole villa burns down; but there's not much violence, I'm afraid; it is all rather symbolic, in the grand manner, and, well, curiously tender at the same time...” (TT,5)

” I have taught French in American schools but have never been able to get rid of my mother's Canadian accent, though I hear it clearly when I whisper French words. Ouvre ta robe, Déjanire that I may mount sur mon bûcher. I can levitate one inch high and keep it up for ten seconds, but cannot climb an apple tree.” (TT,5)

’This part of our translucing is pretty boring, yet we must complete our report./Mr. R. had discovered one day[  ] that his wife Marion was having an affair with Christian Pines, son of the well-known cinema man who had directed the film Golden Windows [  ] Mr. R. welcomed the situation since he  was  assiduously  courting  Julia  Moore,  his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, and now had plans for the future” (TT,11)

”During their honeymoon in Stresa [   ] she (Armande) decided  that  last  nights  were statistically the most dangerous ones in hotels without fire escapes, and their hotel looked indeed most combustible, in a massive old-fashioned way. For some reason or other, television producers consider that there is nothing more photogenic and universally fascinating than a good fire. Armande, viewing the Italian telenews, had been upset or feigned to be upset (she was fond of making herself interesting) by one such calamity on the local screen - little flames like slalom flaglets, huge ones like sudden demons, water squirting in intersecting curves like so many rococo fountains [  ] Her sexual oddities perplexed and distressed Hugh.”(TT18).

[  ]”He did not plan anything. He had slept throughout the horrible automatic act, waking up only when both had landed on the floor by the bed. He had mentioned dreaming the house was on fire? That's right. Flames spurted all around and whatever one saw came through scarlet strips of vitreous plastic. His chance bedmate had flung the window wide open. Oh, who was she? She came from the past [  ] he had clamped Julia nicely and would have saved her from certain death if in her suicidal struggle to escape from the fire she had not slipped somehow over the sill and taken him with her into the void”(TT.20)

[  ] ”Coughing, our Person sat up in asphyxiating darkness and groped for the light, but the click of the lamp was as ineffective as the attempt to move a paralyzed limb. Because the bed in his fourth-floor room had been in another, northern position, he now made for the door and flung it open instead of trying to escape, as he thought he could [  ]. As he reached the window a long lavender-tipped flame danced up to stop him with a graceful gesture of its gloved hand. [  ]Rings of blurred colors circled around him, reminding him briefly of a childhood picture [  ]Its ultimate vision was the incandescence of a book or a box grown completely transparent and hollow. This is, I believe, it: not the crude anguish of physical death but the incomparable pangs of the mysterious mental maneuver needed to pass from one state of being to another. Easy, you know, does it, son.