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living life paris im sick
paris im sick quarter stay
away quarter cruise happens happens
walked night happened bicycle cop
stopped asked papers wasnt town
nice night dont care paris
sorry thing right away ran
stubbornnesses south america fix like
paris got idea book suppose
second came book said ive
got upstairs cables yes ive
got cables mind come sit
office come sat outer room
read papers editor publisher worked
hard hours sorted carbons stamped
byline stuff couple big manila
envelopes rang boy gare st
lazare went room robert cohn
asleep big chair asleep head
arms like wake wanted lock
office shove hand shoulder shook
head cant said head deeper
arms cant robert said shook
shoulder looked smiled blinked talk
loud wasnt clear god rotten
dream typewriter sleep guess didnt
sleep night matter talking said
picture rotten habit picturing bedroom
scenes friends went café napolitain
apéritif watch evening crowd boulevard
chapter 3 warm spring night
sat table terrace napolitain robert
gone watching dark electric signs
come red green stopandgo trafficsignal
crowd going horsecabs clippetyclopping edge
solid taxi traffic poules going
singly pairs looking evening meal
watched goodlooking girl walk past
table watched street lost sight
watched saw coming went caught
eye came sat table waiter
came drink asked pernod thats
good little girls little girl
dites garçon un pernod pernod
whats matter asked going party
sure arent dont know know
town dont like paris dont
isnt youre happy right happy
hell pernod greenish imitation absinthe
add water turns milky tastes
like licorice good uplift drops
far sat drank girl looked
sullen said going buy dinner
grinned saw point laughing mouth
closed pretty girl paid saucers
walked street hailed horsecab driver
pulled curb settled slow smoothly
rolling fiacre moved avenue de
lopéra passed locked doors shops
windows lighted avenue broad shiny
deserted cab passed new york
herald bureau window clocks clocks
asked hour america dont kid
turned avenue rue des pyramides
traffic rue de rivoli dark
gate tuileries cuddled arm looked
kissed touched hand hand away
mind whats matter sick yes
everybodys sick im sick came
tuileries light crossed seine turned
rue des saints pères oughtnt
drink pernod youre sick doesnt
difference doesnt difference woman called
georgette called jacob thats flemish
american youre flamand american good
detest flamands time restaurant called
cocher stop got georgette like
looks place great thing restaurant
said maybe foyots dont cab
picked vague sentimental idea nice
eat long time dined poule
forgotten dull went restaurant passed
madame lavigne desk little room
georgette cheered little food isnt
bad said isnt chic food
right better eat liège brussels
mean bottle wine georgette joke
smiled showed bad teeth touched
glasses youre bad type said
shame youre sick whats matter
got hurt war said oh
dirty war probably gone discussed
war agreed reality calamity civilization
better avoided bored room called
barnes barnes jacob barnes friend
calling explained went braddocks big
table party cohn frances clyne
mrs braddocks people know youre
coming dance arent braddocks asked
dance dancings dont know weve