No more flush nor waiting. Nothing but silence, and, framed in cotton wool, a hard face, unsensitive and white, a dead forehead from which the hair rises thick and stiff.
Plus de rougeur, ni d’attente… Rien que le silence, et, entouré d’ouate, un dur visage insensible et blanc, un front mort d’où sortent les cheveux drus et durs.