I wasn’t a very good student in bed; just
sort of got by. Mine was a passion
which both enveloped a beloved and didn’t
have much to do with her. But
as so often when you exhibit reluctance
to do something, people think you must be
very good at it. I can only hope
that even if it was boring that
was interesting too. I wonder how things
happened that way for me. I’m not the person
who knows. I can’t seem to find anything
that’s an example of what I mean: It’s so wonderful
to be back in France. But I hate ze French!