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!