“The more Maupassant enters the fantastic, the more he advances in the unreal and more embraces reality, his own reality, because his stories are more and composed of observations made about himself. With a prodigious lucidity, this brain that was smoothly liquefied everything, from the first phenomena of external self -technical (unfolding) to the great delusions; It is not he who goes towards the horrible, is the horrible thing he walks towards him. ”Paul Morand