The night was blustery and raw, with a chill wet wind blowing down the avenues, and when Rose and I met Franoise and her son and a friend at La Lorraine, a glittering brassiere not far from L'toile, rain was descending from the heavens in torrents. Someone in the group, sensing my state of mind, apologized for the evil night, but I recall thinking that even if this were one of those warmly scented and passionate evenings for which Paris is celebrated I would respond like the zombie I had become. The weather of depression is unmodulated, its light a brownout.

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