Autofictive, #75

    Comme j'aime bien ce qu'écrit Chevillard, et comme je suis très frustré de découvrir qu'il n'autorise pas les commentaires sur son blog L'Autofictif (pensez !), je livre ci-après la traduction de son texte #75.

I went to the edge of the cliff, firmly intent on throwing myself into the abyss. As I leant, however, I had a glimpse of two children who, far from being dreadfully dismembered on the rocks, were laughingly prawning in the water holes. So there’s no dying once at the bottom, I said to myself before giving up on jumping.

How conceited all those workers are! One single mason is noisier than a hundred toiling writers, each of whom is nonetheless struggling to attract everyone’s attention.

Narcissus thought he had suddenly become blind – he was pallidly * fumbling his way through the streets. The physicians were at a loss. A frog it was that diagnosed the evil: there is no water in the spring, it said.

 

* Après avoir hésité à traduire hagard par haggardly (ou par pale, adjectif en tête de phrase), j'ai opté pour pallidly, qui ne manque pas d'évoquer, pour le lecteur anglophone, des échos bartlebyens : "I can see that figure now—pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn! It was Bartleby."