Two autrices who know how to write as close to thought question the passage to the cinema: when the sentence captures the inner voice without filter, what remains in the plane, in the assembly, in the face? Do some books lose by exposing themselves, or does the adaptor reveal another truth, more sensual, more immediate? Can we make a “pure” literary object a “pure” object of cinema — and at what price of betrayals granted? A conversation without fard on the trust, the limits... and the brilliance that only cinema can make.