As we are lagging behind in real time we shall not bother about the literary conversation our cycling friends had on Good Friday. Instead, we shall fast forward to another literary conversation which developed the following day.
No, let us leave that one as well, and catch up with them today, when a third interesting literary conversation develops.
It is now Easter Sunday, and the cycling holiday is going well. The weather has fined up, and the coast road is rolling alond beside the coast in an exemplary manner. Belle et Bonne, Marie and Jesus are riding side by side, happily but illegally. They are talking about Kobo and Baby Pierre.
Do you remember, asked Marie, the name of that novel that Kobo was reading? The one that Baby Pierre used in his example of how it was best not to know the future?
Yes, said Jesus. It was The Earth by Emile Zola. I meant to get it from the library. I wanted to find out what happened to poor Francoise.
Me too, said Marie. I just wondered if you'd read it.
I have! said Belle et Bonne. I love Zola. But I wouldn't recommend that YOU read it, she added, looking at Jesus. There's someone in it you might not like.
Me? said Jesus, surprised. Why not?
Well, said Belle et Bonne, there's a character in it called Jesus Christ, but he's not meant to be you.
That wouldn't bother me, said Jesus. What's he like?
He's a lazy reprobate and a thief, said Belle et Bonne, and worst of all....oh no, I don't want to tell you.
What? said Marie. You have to tell us now!
Yes, you have to, said Jesus.
Alright, said Belle et Bonne. You asked for it. He farts all the time, on purpose, and for fun, to amuse his friends and his daughter.
Marie and Jesus were silent for a moment, digesting this.
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