C'est expliqué dans les premiers épisodes je crois. Il y a un flashback avec Patrick Jane sur un plateau télé qui joue au magicien mentaliste en mode Fabien Olicard a faire des tours,
et il est arrogant et trash talk le tueur en serie, il se moque de lui et ça attire l'attention de john le rouge qui tue sa famille un soir pour le punir
Je me souviens plus de la conversation precise mais il me semble que le sujet passe sur le tueur en serie et c'est a ce moment là qu'il le critique en direct a la télé.
Je me souviens plus de la conversation precise mais il me semble que le sujet passe sur le tueur en serie et c'est a ce moment là qu'il le critique en direct a la télé.
Ah mais oui c'est vrai. Mais même sans parler de sa famille, il tue juste comme ça par plaisir ? 
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
c'est triste mais c'est nécessaire, je crois vraiment qu'il faut passer par la violence pour retrouver le sel de la terre
Ce niveau de nonchalance
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Ce niveau de nonchalance
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Arrêt non desservi
Tu viens de me faire penser à Zemmour qui à la fâcheuse tendance à déformer parfois les phrases et mal se souvenir des citations précises qu'il fait à la télévision
Maybe I just want to maybe...
c'est triste mais c'est nécessaire, je crois vraiment qu'il faut passer par la violence pour retrouver le sel de la terre
Joyeux 11/09
Arrêt non desservi
Laisse moi te faire un massage
Attention d'pas couper son sein
Joyeux 11/09
merci toi aussi, comment tu vas fêter ça ?
Attention d'pas couper son sein
Tu masses avec des couteaux toi ?
Tu viens de me faire penser à Zemmour qui à la fâcheuse tendance à déformer parfois les phrases et mal se souvenir des citations précises qu'il fait à la télévision
Joyeux 11/09
J'avais complètement oublié
Tu masses avec des couteaux toi ?
Tu possèdes des griffes pour rappel
Tu possèdes des griffes pour rappel
Je sais les rétracter 
Assommer un hibou ??? Prends garde
