8 june 2007

What do I remember? I remember a country train in France somewhere. Two priests were wheezing with laughter, unable to speak, leaning forwards over a tiny table clutching plastic glasses of wine. As I walked past down the aisle, one of them managed to utter, "Il ├ętait mince . . . il ├ętait maigre . . ", before subsiding again into helplessness.

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