Always Be Civil To The Girls, You

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

The Test Of A Cook Is How She Boils An Egg. My Boiled Eggs Are Fantastic, Fabulous. Sometimes As Hard As A 100 Carat Diamond, Or Again Soft As A Feather Bed, Or Running Like A Cooling Stream, They Can Also Burst Like Fireworks From Their Shells And Take On The Look And Rubbery Texture Of A Baby Octopus. Never A Dull Egg, With Me.

I Do Love Translating; It Is The Pure Pleasure Of Writing Without The Misery Of Inventing.

People In Towns Are Always Preoccupied. 'have I Missed The Bus? Have I Forgotten The Potatoes? Can I Get Across The Road?

One Thing About Tourists Is That It Is Very Easy To Get Away From Them. Like Ants They Follow A Trail And A Few Yards Each Side Of That Trail There Are None.