"A little man, a stroller in a buttoned overcoat, tie, clean-shaven, devotes himself valiantly to carrying out the instruction of the dream. With extreme authenticity, cunning, devotion and exquisite politeness, it is magic. Though in his third age, a bit balding, not a fairground athlete by any means; though retired, duly pensioned, he does not idle, he exerts himself. It is a matter of his electric summary of existence. Time for reflection, time for exposure and staging, time to open, and there is the image. Of the quick kind, with slow development. Champion of Pascalian calculation, he bets, at great speed; he gambles his time of meditation." Anne-Marie Garat