The title of this post (meaning: "the aesthetics of the shock") is the real name of a synthesis done in a French lesson concerning Les Fleurs du mal by Baudelaire.

Did you feel, the 13th of June, in the deepest recesses of your soul, the mute call of the students suffering while writing their papers for the EAF (part of the French Baccalauréat, passed one year before the effective session, in order to reduce the number of papers (and therefore revision work) passed the year after)?

Did you hear, at the end of this month of June, the silent sigh and whisper of the wind, lamenting the hapless students hesitating, stammering, stuttering in front of the sinister face of the examiner while passing their orals?

If not, that's not much of a surprise, because, a mute call and a silent sigh, it's kind of hard to feel or hear them (nevertheless, this kind of waffle is more or less an illustration of what is expected)... But, seriously, I was there, as I was one of the aforementioned students.

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