Atlantida by Pierre Benoit Fiction Literary

<p><strong>I hear a step outside.</strong> It is Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh our Targa guide the man who in three days is to lead us across the unknown plateaus of the mysterious Imoschaoch. The lamp casts a yellow light on the paper. Strange fate which I never knew exactly why decided one day when I was a lad of sixteen that I should prepare myself for Saint Cyr and gave me there André de Saint-Avit as classmate.</p><p>A great insect has flown in through the window. It is an African May bug big black with spots of livid grey.</p><p>What has been capable of causing this metamorphosis in me? A story a legend perhaps told at any rate by one on whom rests the direst of suspicions.</p><p>Our departure being scheduled for the tenth of November.</p><p>Olivier Ferrières</p>