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MEANWHILE I KEPT ASKING EVERYBODY IN PARIS “Where’s Pascal buried? Where’s Balzac’s cemetery?” Somebody finally told me Pascal must certainly be buried out of town at Port Royal near his pious sister, Jansenists, and as for Balzac’s cemetery I didnt wanta go to no cemetery at midnight (Pere Lachaise) and anyway as we were blasting along in a wild taxi ride at 3 A.M. near Montparnasse they yelled “There’s your Balzac! His statue on the square!”

“Stop the cab!” and I got out, swept off me hat in sweeping bow, saw the statue vaguely gray in the drunken misting streets, and that was that. And how could I find my way to Port Royal if I could hardly find my way back to my hotel?

And besides they’re not there at all, only their bodies.