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20 May. --
Have been in Normandy for four days. Aside from a few walks, my time is entirely devoted to work. The farmers aren't at all familiar with the ration ticket. Even the old folks are entitled to 25 days a month. Since I would need one more day to finish a chapter, I asked an old farmer to sell me a ticket. When he asked, I told him that in Paris tickets sell for 200 francs. "You must be joking!," he exclaimed. "With the price we get for our pigs on the hoof, coming and offering me 200 francs!" So I didn't conclude the bargain. I'll take the train tomorrow afternoon to be in Paris in the evening and die at home.
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