Alors, voyons voir.
C'est dans "The Hand of Oberon", page 405 de "The Great Book of Amber", je n'ai pas la (mauvaise ;-) ) traduction française sous la main, mais voici l'original. C'est quelques pages après le début du chapitre cinq. Corwin est tombé sur Dworkin, qui le prend pour Oberon. Corwin vient de demander à Dworkin de lui raconter une histoire.
"Anything you like. Have you any preferences? My flight from Chaos to this small sudden island in the sea of night? My meditations upon the abyss? The revelation of the Pattern in a jewel hung round the neck of a unicorn? My transcription of the design by lightning, blood and lyre while our fathers raged baffled, too late come to call me back while the poem of fire ran that first route in my brain, infecting me with the will to form? Too late! Too late... Possessed of the abominations born of the disease, beyond their aid, their power, I planned and built, captive of my new self. Is that the tale you'd hear again? Or rather I tell you of its cure?"
(...)"I am the Pattern," he said, "in a very real sense. In passing through my mind to achieve the form it now holds, the foundation of Amber, it marked me as surely as I marked it. I realized one day that I am both the Pattern and myself, and it was forced to become Dworkin in the process of becoming itself. There were mutual modifications in the birthing of this place and this time, and therein lay our weakness as well as our strength. (...)"
Bon, voilà.
Au revoir,
Paraphlegman