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Preferred Citation: Barthes, Roland. Berkeley: University of California Press, So, we're well out of it. Schopenhauer on a loose sheet, before dying. Last night. At the Flore where I read Le Monde no news , beside me two boys I know one of them by sight and we even nod to each other; nice looking, regular features, but coarse fingernails have a long argument about telephone wake-up service: it rings twice, but if you don't wake up by then, you're out of luck; all this now by computer, etc.
I got off at Strasbourg-Saint-Denis, the station echoing to a saxophone solo; at the bend of a corridor I noticed a thin young black producing this enormous, "inconsiderate" noise. Run-down character of the neighbor-. I took the Rue d'Aboukir, thinking of Charlus, who mentions it; I didn't know it came out so close to the Boulevards. It was not yet eight-thirty; I delayed a little so as not to turn up exactly on time at , where Patricia L. I thought: how much like a movie!
I ought to shoot this to get it into a film; I fantasized a little, imagining one technique that would allow me to film the scene immediately a perfect camera where my second shirtbutton is , and another that would make this square with the wind blowing through it a setting where you could put a character after the fact. Finally I went to , still musing, alarmed by the grim power of this corner of Paris, passing in front of the hotel Royal-Aboukir what a name! All this was like some dis-.
At dinner a good risotto, but the beef, of course, not cooked at all , I felt comfortable with friends: A. They talked about what they called "shaggy-dog stories" "At Victoria Station, in England, I met a Spanish girl who spoke French" , arguing excitedly over the definition of the concept; and about Khomeini I said how much I regretted having only news bulletins these days, never analyses; no one tells us, for instance, what's happening to the class conflict in Iran, missing, on this point, Marx , then about Napoleon because I happen to be reading Chateaubriand.
