J. Ayerza
Bruno de Halleux
Dominique Carpentier

Ear, Claire
Claire is telling of a dream. Suddenly she starts talking of some very banal thing she read in the papers.
—Why are we talking of this?
C—We can go back to the dream. This is a dream I have often. We were little girls, six years old. My sister asked “has your ear fallen off?”
—…
C—I often dream about it and if not I think about it. It’s always in my mind. Forever the same dream.
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C—Now that the thought has a witness, which is you, I can relate it to something I’m going through. I’m studying to be a psychoanalyst. The truth is, I can never finish my career. Maybe I’m afraid that my ear will fall off with a patient in the room.
—I must say that you are doing this to me. You plummet my ear to the floor.
C—How come?
—You suddenly start talking of something that has nothing to do with what we started talking about. The story gets cut.
C—What if my ears fall off, and I’m the analyst?
—My ear fell off when you left the dream and went to the news from the paper.
C—I’ll give you back your ear. Let’s stay in the dream.