Hôtel de la Louisiane
...I have a room for 400 francs a month and at last I
will be living within my own and other people's income. I am tired of
acquaintances and tired of friends unless they're intelligent, tired also of
extrovert unbookish life. Me for good talk, wet evenings, intimacy, vins rouges
en carafe, reading, relative solitude, street worship, exploration of the least
known arrondissements, shopgazing, alley sloping, cafe crawling, Seine loafing,
and plenty of writing from the table by this my window where I can watch the streets
light up... I am for the intricacy of Europe, the discrete and many folded
strata of the old world, the past, the North, the world of ideas. I am for the
Hôtel de la Louisiane.
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