Un tal Paul Darrigrand

That year, I was twenty-two years old, and at the same time, I was about to meet the elusive Paul Darrigrand and flirt dangerously with death, though these two events had no connection to each other. On the one hand, pleasure and carefreeness; on the other, suffering and anguish. The exultant body and the bruised body. Today I wonder if, deep down, everything was connected.