Les th\u00e8mes de Ph\u00e8dre : amour, calomnie, culpabilit\u00e9, mal\u00e9diction, mort et expiation. Que du bonheur ! Pour r\u00e9sumer en bref, si possible, Ph\u00e8dre aime Hippolyte, le fils de son mari Th\u00e9s\u00e9e, n\u00e9 d’un premier mariage. Hippolyte lui aime Aricie qui appartient au clan ennemi. Croyant que Th\u00e9s\u00e9e est mort, Ph\u00e8dre avoue son amour \u00e0 Hippolyte. Finalement, Th\u00e9s\u00e9e revient et Ph\u00e8dre lui d\u00e9clare que c’est Hippolyte qui est amoureux d’elle. Vous suivez ? S’ensuit un certain nombre de disputes et de morts. L’amour n’est donc jamais simple, semblerait-il. J’ai lu ce livre il y a fort longtemps, mais je me souviens encore de petits passages par c\u0153ur. C’est tellement joli \u00e0 lire, ces alexandrins qui chantent et dansent tout au long de l’histoire. Un petit moment de plaisir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Je le vis, je rougis, je p\u00e2lis \u00e0 sa vue. Les th\u00e8mes de Ph\u00e8dre : amour, calomnie, culpabilit\u00e9, mal\u00e9diction, mort et expiation. Que du bonheur ! Pour r\u00e9sumer en bref, si possible, Ph\u00e8dre aime Hippolyte, le fils de son mari Th\u00e9s\u00e9e, n\u00e9 d’un premier mariage. Hippolyte lui aime Aricie qui appartient au clan ennemi. Croyant que Th\u00e9s\u00e9e est mort, Ph\u00e8dre avoue son amour \u00e0 Hippolyte. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2400,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2,16,17],"tags":[86,56,19],"class_list":["post-2396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-book","category-challenge-riquiqui-2021","category-challenge-solidaire-2021","tag-betrayal","tag-death","tag-love"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/stanciu-valentin-2ehGndKliE8-unsplash-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C2048&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2396"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3352,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2396\/revisions\/3352"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2400"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Un trouble s’\u00e9leva dans mon \u00e2me \u00e9perdue :
Mes yeux ne voyaient plus, je ne pouvais parler.
Je sentis tout mon corps et transir et br\u00fbler.
Je reconnus V\u00e9nus, et ses feux redoutables,
D’un sang qu’elle poursuit tourments in\u00e9vitables.”<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"