1 May . --
This night, in coming back to life, I had a surprise. Relative death (it's the fashionable expression) caught me standing up, and my clothes having collapsed onto the carpet, I found myself completely nude. Same thing happened at the home of the painter Rondot, who had gathered ten guests of both sexes, all candidates for relative death. It must have been pretty funny. |
The month of May is promising to be so fine that it's going to be difficult for me to pass up the last fifteen days.
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