Napoleonette
I had a bit part in Napoleonette. I wrapped some meat in newsprint and handed
it to a woman. The scene was shot in a moment. Since I am no B-movie
aficionado, I went home, and in the late afternoon the phone rang me from my
sleep. Putain was angry, he said, "All it was was the lady reaching over the
counter-for nothing!-you wasn't even there."
Sometimes a ghost entered my heart and I could feel, and sometimes a phrase
entered my mind and I could speak, with reason. But never was I able to stay a
man long enough to remain him.
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