ABSTRACT
No one knows whether this youth of ours is a youth. Any definition scatters it, revolts it, makes it laugh. We are on Radiguet’s side, with nuances. We engage in a sustained refusal to be whatever isn’t us-and to qualify this “we.” However, let’s be honest, we should not eliminate the part of this generation that gives itself over to parties, to dogmatisms. Questioning is not our common denominator. We have our indifferent elements, our submissive or our ambitious ones. Those whom maturity wins over. One would run out of breath trying to define what we are. Let’s not suffocate.
