«We dream that, after the analysis of certain deliberately

obscured works, we may possess a secret which owes nothing

to former knowledge, whether or not previously revealed.»

André Breton's dream of the lost book is not only well-placed

amongst those who give birth to it. He is one of those

very rare figures who allow it to become manifest.

That is why I like to wonder what thoughts the founder of

surrealism would have drawn from this opaque work if he

had known it and had approached its flame. It was he who

pulled from the shadows those whom he once called the

«Têtes d'orage» : Alphonse Rabbe, Xavier Forneret, Raymond

Roussel and lastly Jean-Pierre Brisset, the inventor of

the Grammaire logique which is not dissimilar, in some respects,

to Boudet's magnum opus.

Like them, the author of La Vraie Langue Celtique et le

Cromleck de Rennes-les-Bains deserves this title of «perfect

nobody», which is more enviable than can be believed. I mean

that he deserves to take his place amongst the Silent brilliant

ones, inhabitants of this Forbidden City of the psyche where

as mysteriously as wheat, the seed of language germinates.

Gérard de Sède