There you will find, like Joachim, the original verses of Ulysses or the manuscript account of that one's beautiful voyage. You will traverse beautiful colored chartreuses, share the wanderings of a Berber poet, know the solitude of Aureliano in Macondo, of Meursault in Algiers and doubtless that of Osage Indians in Paris.

Follow on the waves the marlin of an old man or sink beneath the melancholy of Martin from London. Visit New York with a Ukrainian Jew and a facetious Bartholdi, then Moscow with a decadent poet and an imperious Gorbachev.
Seek peace with La Fontaine and Jean-Christophe or prepare for war behind Lafayette and de Gaulle.
And if cogitating with Descartes suits you better than these mad escapades sung by Elespuru, let Meurice carry your Flowers to Guernsey and entrust your imagination to Ovid, Rackham, Andersen or to the whimsical klecksographers.

Since "one can travel so magnificently in a chair," immerse yourself comfortably in the story of a very much alive Sand or the memoirs of an already dead Chateaubriand.
Finally, admire Pasteur and Durkheim preparing the future while you serenely succumb to the nostalgia of Joris-Karl or of Marcel, who so loves going to bed early, when Ferdinand, for his part, prefers to stay up all night.

Thus from your Racine to the simian planets will you have completed this Grand Tour from which one returns, it is said, full of experience and reason…