Charles Juliet recalls a conversation with an almost mute Samuel Beckett. «I allude to the mystics, Saint John of the Cross, Meister Eckart, Ruysbroeck... I ask him if he ever rereads them, once in a while— if he likes what emanates from their writings. "Yes... I like... I like their... their illogicality... their burning illogicality— the flame... the flame... which consumes all our filthy logic..."»