ABSTRACT
In the reverie the thoughts, the images, unfold in the same way as the conscious, exactly as in the interior monologue. They follow one after the other, striving for the pleasure that their unfolding procures on a plane which Bergson has called horizontal. Because, if the effort exacts pain and if it is tiring or even distressing, the spontaneous development of images is made of witty delights and sometimes, we see this in Ulysses…physically. This is the relaxation of witty forces of the mind, obeying the most rudimentary sensations, the most hidden instincts, pursing its operations in extension and superficial knowledge and not in intensity and depth.
