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ె digital ݉ The Diving Bell and the Butterfly  ಇ Kindle By Jean Dominique Bauby ಓ ె digital ݉ The Diving Bell and the Butterfly ಇ Kindle By Jean Dominique Bauby ಓ PrologueThrough the frayed curtain at my window, a wan glow announces the break of day My heels hurt, my head weighs a ton, and something like a giant invisible cocoon holds my whole body prisoner My room emerges slowly from the gloom I linger over every item photos of loved ones, my children s drawings, posters, the little tin cyclist sent by a friend the day before the Paris Roubaix bike race, and the IV pole hanging over the bed where I have been confined these past six months, like a hermit crab dug into his rock.No need to wonder very long where I am, or to recall that the life I once knew was snuffed out Friday, the eighth of December, last year.Up until then I had never even heard of the brain stem I ve since learned that it is an essential component of our internal computer, the inseparable link between the brain and the spinal cord That day I was brutally introduced to this vital piece of anatomy when a cerebrovascular accident took my brain stem out of action In the past, it was known as a massive stroke, and you simply died But improved resuscitation techniques have now prolonged and refined the agony You survive, but you survive with what is so aptly known as locked in syndrome Paralyzed from head to toe, the patient, his mind intact, is imprisoned inside his own body, unable to speak or move In my case, blinking my left eyelid is my only means of communication.Of course, the party chiefly concerned is the last to hear the good news I myself had twenty days of deep coma and several weeks of grogginess and somnolence before I truly appreciated the extent of the damage I did not fully awake until the end of January When I finally surfaced, I was in Room 119 of the Naval Hospital at Berck sur Mer, on the French Channel coast the same Room 119, infused now with the first light of day, from which I write.An ordinary day At seven the chapel bells begin again to punctuate the passage of time, quarter hour by quarter hour After their night s respite, my congested bronchial tubes once begin their noisy rattle My hands, lying curled on the yellow sheets, are hurting, although I can t tell if they are burning hot or ice cold To fight off stiffness, I instinctively stretch, my arms and legs moving only a fraction of an inch It is often enough to bring relief to a painful limb.My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly There is so much to do You can wander off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas s court You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still sleeping face You can build castles in Spain, steal the Golden Fleece, discover Atlantis, realize your childhood dreams and adult ambitions.Enough rambling My main task now is to compose the first of these bedridden travel notes so that I shall be ready when my publisher s emissary arrives to take my dictation, letter by letter In my head I churn over every sentence ten times, delete a word, add an adjective, and learn my text by heart, paragraph by paragraph.Seven thirty The duty nurse interrupts the flow of my thoughts Following a well established ritual, she draws the curtain, checks tracheostomy and drip feed, and turns on the TV so I can watch the news Right now a cartoon celebrates the adventures of the fastest frog in the West And what if I asked to be changed into a frog What then The PhotoThe last time I saw my father, I shaved him It was the week of my stroke He was unwell, so I had spent the night at his small apartment near the Tuileries gardens in Paris In the morning, after bringing him a cup of milky tea, I decided to rid him of his few days growth of beard The scene has remained engraved in my memory.Hunched in the red upholstered armchair where he sifts through the day s newspapers, my dad bravely endures the rasp of the razor attacking his loose skin I wrap a big towel around his shriveled neck, daub thick lather over his face, and do my best not to irritate his skin, dotted here and there with small dilated capillaries From age and fatigue, his eyes have sunk deep into their sockets, and his nose looks too prominent for his emaciated features But, still flaunting the plume of hair now snow white that has always crowned his tall frame, he has lost none of his splendor.All around us, a lifetime s clutter has accumulated his room calls to mind one of those old persons attics whose secrets only they can know a confusion of old magazines, records no longer played, miscellaneous objects Photos from all the ages of man have been stuck into the frame of a large mirror There is dad, wearing a sailor suit and playing with a hoop before the Great War my eight year old daughter in riding gear and a black and white photo of myself on a miniature golf course I was eleven, my ears protruded, and I looked like a somewhat simpleminded schoolboy Mortifying to realize that at that age I was already a confirmed dunce.I complete my barber s duties by splashing my father with his favorite aftershave lotion Then we say goodbye this time, for once, he neglects to mention the letter in his writing desk where his last wishes are set out We have not seen each other since I cannot quit my seaside confinement And he can no longer descend the magnificent staircase of his apartment building on his ninety two year old legs We are both locked in cases, each in his own way myself in my carcass, my father in his fourth floor apartment Now I am the one they shave every morning, and I often think of him as a nurse s aide laboriously scrapes my cheeks with a week old blade I hope that I was a attentive Figaro.Every now and then he calls, and I listen to his affectionate voice, which quivers a little in the receiver they hold to my ear It cannot be easy for him to speak to a son who, as he well knows, will never reply He also sent me the photo of me at the miniature golf course At first I did not understand why It would have remained a mystery if someone had not thought to look at the back of the print Suddenly, in my own personal movie theater, the forgotten footage of a spring weekend began to unroll, when my parents and I had gone to take the air in a windy and not very sparkling seaside town In his strong, angular handwriting, dad had simply noted Berck sur Mer, April 1963 From the Hardcover edition.A book of surpassing beauty, a testament to the freedom and vitality and delight of the human mind Oliver SacksA wistful, poetic, ironic and whimsically affirmative statement by a man who refused to die in spirit The New York TimesOne of the great books of the century You read it at one go, so gripping is the voyage to the inner heart and mind Financial Times The Diving Bell and the IMDb May , Watch videoWhy is The so successful A French language film picking up four Oscar 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    • The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
    • 1.2
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    • Format Kindle
    • 146 pages
    • Jean Dominique Bauby
    • Anglais
    • 26 October 2016

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