Well then, let’s make everything round it disappear, so that nothing remains here that doesn’t belong to it, they alone, they must be examined very closely, they alone distinguish it from all the other trees, they are its special peculiarities…those branches of pale pink flowers…fluffy, vaporous…they float all around it…they surround it with a slight haze…Something is becoming condensed, is going to seep out… what is it? It’s something merry, yes, laughing, it laughs…frisky, it frisks…frisk…Tamarisk…no possible doubt, it’s a tamarisk…at one stroke it’s all come back…a tamarisk…Talisman came quite close, but it wasn’t any use…how could that coarse, cumbersome lisman stuck on to Ta have helped to track down, to arrive at tamarisk? Ta-ma-risk.
Here, Nathalie Sarraute