"SIX MORAL TALES" "THE BAKERY GIRL OF MONCEAU" "Paris, the Villiers intersection." "To the east, Boulevard des Batignolles." "To the north, Rue de Lévis and its market." "The Dôme de Villiers café." "To the left, Avenue de Villiers." "The Villiers metro station." "To the west, Boulevard de Courcelles, which leads to the Park Monceau and a demolition zone on the site of the former City Club, a student residence." "I ate there every night while in law school." "Sylvie, who worked in a gallery on the Rue de Monceau, walked home across the park at the same time." "I knew her only by sight." "We passed each other often between the intersection and the club." "We'd exchanged furtive looks but nothing more." " Don't look back." " She's a bit tall for me." "Schmidt, my friend, urged me to act." "But I was scared." " Take a chance." " What, pick her up?" " Why not?" "One never knows." " Well, one should." "No, it wasn't her style to get picked up on the street, and it was even less my style to try." "Yet I felt she was ready to make an exception to her rule, as I was to mine." "But it was risky, and I didn't want to botch it by not being myself." "Really?" "Very long?" " Longer than usual." "Listen, I feel like following her." "No, don't." "Go right up to her." "Go right up to her?" "I could see how strongly I felt about her." "It was May, near the end of the school year." "She had to live nearby." "We'd seen her a few times carrying a basket, doing her shopping." " See?" " Not so loud." "What'd I say?" "She may live around here." " Wait." " Be careful." "Relax." "She went into a shop." "She's ignoring us too intently to not be aware of us." "Hell, I'm following her." "Even if I'd managed to trail her unseen, what good would that have done?" "I'll catch up." "I'd decided to take matters in hand when fortune at last smiled on me." "Over there!" " What?" " There!" "What?" " No harm done." " Really?" " We didn't really bump." " Thank goodness." "What a day." "I almost broke my neck on those things earlier." " I wish I'd seen that." " I said almost." "I wasn't hurt." "These cars are so loud!" " I go this way." " I go that way." "Let me make amends." "Meet me for coffee in an hour?" "I'm busy tonight." "Another time." "We cross paths often." "Throughout our short talk, I'd had but one thought:" "Keep her there." "Say anything." "Forget the assuredly poor impression I was making." "But my victory was clear." "I must admit, bumping into her wasn't entirely accidental." "She didn't seem offended." "On the contrary, she seemed to respond." "Her refusal to meet meant nothing, since now I could speak to her when we met again, which would be soon." "Then, what I least expected happened." "My good luck was followed by equally bad luck." "Three days passed, then a week." "No sign of her." "With exams coming up, Schmidt went back to his family." "In love though I was, the idea of giving up study time to look for Sylvie never even occurred to me." "My only free time was meal time, so I did without dinner." "Dinner took 30 minutes, and my walk three, so my chances of seeing her were multiplied by 10." "But the boulevard seemed a poor vantage point." "She might easily take another route." "She might even take the subway or bus." "However, she still had to go shopping, so I decided to extend the area of my search to the Rue de Lévis." "Besides, I must say, these late-afternoon patrols were hot, dull and tiring." "The market offered variety, coolness, and the compelling argument of food." "My stomach tempted me." "Weary of cafeterias, and anticipating vacation, it craved the gastronomic interlude that cherry season offered." "The smells and sounds of the market, after so many hours of books and lecture notes, were more relaxing than the club and its mess-hall odors." "But my search was still in vain." "Thousands lived in that neighborhood... possibly one of the most crowded in Paris." "Should I stay put?" "Or walk around?" "I was young and perhaps foolishly hoping to see her suddenly appear in a window or emerge from a shop and once again find herself face-to-face with me." "So I decided to stroll around." "That's how I found, on the Rue Lebouteux, a little bakery where I got in the habit of buying the cookies and pastries that became the mainstay of my meals." "Go on, Jackie." "Get going, understand?" "Let me work." "Oh, that guy!" "Girls are useless." "You should talk." "Go back where you came from." "I'll be back." "What an idiot!" "A cookie." "He gets on my nerves." "Which one?" " That one." "To go?" "That's right." "Forty centimes." "The cookies were the same as at any bakery." "They're factory-made." "You find them everywhere." "But here I could eat without being seen by Sylvie, who, in the crowded market, might appear unexpectedly." "Besides, buying my pastry had become a ritual between me and the girl at the bakery." "At my age, you hate nothing more than shopping." "I like to enter a shop with the air of someone going in for the first time." "Yet I'm pleased when the salesgirl guesses my game and plays along." "Hello, miss." "A cookie." "Forty centimes?" "And still no sign of Sylvie." "Was she avoiding me?" "Why, for God's sake?" "Was she in the country?" "Sick?" "Dead?" "Married?" "Anything was possible." "By the end of the week, my vigil was a mere formality." "I would hurry to my bakery, taking more care each day with my entrances, my lingering, my bizarre conduct." "Two cookies?" "Darn!" "Don't worry." "Oh, and wrap them separately." "There." "Wait." "I think I've got the change." "It didn't take long to see the pretty bakery girl liked me." "Call it vanity if you will, but the fact that a girl liked me seemed natural." "And since she wasn't really my type, and Sylvie alone, so superior, held my thoughts —" "Yes, it was because I was thinking of Sylvie that I accepted the advances, which is what they were, of the bakery girl." "In a much better spirit than if I had not loved another." "Yes, a cookie." "And a roll." "And, let's see, give me that one." "Wait." "What's that called?" "A gâteau lorrain." "Anything else?" "That's all." "Separately?" "Yes." "But not the cookie." "Wait." "Give me an apricot tart." "I got more involved in this by the day, sure that it couldn't go very far." "And it was as good a way as any both to pass the time and to get even with Sylvie for her absence." "And yet this revenge seemed unworthy of me, and I ended up taking out my irritation on the bakery girl." "What upset me was not that she liked me, but that she'd think there was any way" "I would like her." "As if to justify myself in my own eyes," "I told myself it was her fault, that she must be punished for playing with fire." "My courtship became a daily routine carried out with such a relaxed air that her initial coyness didn't put me off at all." "Delicious." "I could eat nothing but pastries." "Me too." "I'll buy you one." "No, thank you." "Come on." "Isn't the boss here?" "She's making dinner." "So what are you afraid of?" "I'd think you'd hate pastries after staring at them all day." "I've only been here a month." "I won't be here long, you know." "In September I start at one of the big department stores." "You're here all day long?" "Until 8:00." "What do you do evenings?" "Would you like to go out some evening?" "I'm only 18." "So?" "Don't your parents let you go out?" "It was an apricot tart and a baba, and add an apple tart." "My exams were almost over." "I'd be going on vacation." " Want any help?" " Heavens, no." "Am I bothering you?" "Afraid we'll be seen?" "No." "Anyway, I'm leaving in a month." " Mind if I walk with you a bit?" " I guess not." "Come in here." "I want to tell you something." "Have I done something wrong?" "No." "I told you, it's not that." "Let's go out." "Tomorrow." "Leave me alone." "Why?" "I don't know you." "We'll get acquainted." "Do I seem so bad?" "No strings attached." "We'll go to a movie on the Champs-Elysées." "You must go to the movies." " Yes, on Saturday." "Let's go this Saturday." "I'm going with friends." "Boys?" "Boys... girls." "They're all silly." "All the more reason." "Saturday then?" "No, not Saturday." "Another day." "Do your parents keep you in?" "I should hope not!" "So tomorrow?" "We'll have a nice dinner, then go to the Champs-Elysées." "I'll meet you at 8:00 at the café." "The Dôme, all right?" "Should I dress?" "No, you're fine as you are." "All right?" "Mother may not like it." "But you said —" "Yes, in principle." "Say it's a girlfriend." "I don't know." "Maybe." "Do you like a little intrigue?" "Intrigue." "I'll come by tomorrow at 7:30." "In case we can't talk in the bakery, here's what we'll do." "I'll ask for a pastry." "If you give me two, it's a go." "In that case we'll meet at the café at 8:00." "Got it?" "Repeat it back so there's no mistake." "If I give you two pastries, it means yes." "Good." "I'll leave now." "I'll go first." "What's your name?" "Good-bye, Jacqueline." "There." "I had what I wanted." "But things took a serious turn I hadn't counted on." "This girl lacked the easygoing quality that would have eased my conscience." "What had I gotten myself into?" "Besides, I was leaving Paris." "Not much could happen before then." "I had other worries." "The next day, a Friday, I took my oral exam and passed." "I almost didn't go to my date." "But none of my friends were around, and the thought of an evening alone was unbearable." "A cookie." "How are you?" "What's wrong?" "Are you hurt?" "A bad sprain that's dragged on three weeks." "How annoying." "I wondered why I hadn't seen you." "I saw you yesterday, but you were lost in thought." "Really." "Let's move." "In an instant I'd made my decision." " Have you eaten?" " Not a bite." " This heat makes me hungry." " No need to explain." "Want to eat together?" "Why not?" "I'll just be a minute." "I'm on the second floor." "I'll wait." "That minute turned into 15, giving me ample opportunity to reflect on my rashness." "I could have put Sylvie off a day and kept my date with my bakery girl." "But my choice had been, above all, a moral one." "Having found Sylvie again, seeing the bakery girl would be a vice, an aberration." "One represented truth and the other a mistake, or so I told myself at the time." "To complicate things, it began to rain, but that's what in fact saved me." "... it will be exactly 8:00..." "You can't walk." "I'll get a cab." "You won't find one in this rain." "I can walk." "Really?" "The street was deserted." "The bakery girl could see us if she came outside." "Like a coward, I thought she'd be too far away to make a scene." "I didn't dare turn around, and the walk seemed endless." "Did she see us, or was she pining away for me at the café?" "I'll never know." "As for winning Sylvie, I already had." "I learned how that very evening." "I managed to keep myself entertained." "I can't stand people who pace in front of my door." "Yes, you may not know it, but my windows open onto the street." "I saw everything." "I trembled a moment, but she went on." "You're terrible." "You almost made me feel guilty." "But then, I couldn't exactly call out to you." "After all, it's your right to destroy your stomach with those awful cookies." " They're good." " I know." "I've tried them." "In short, I know all your vices." "What'll you have?" "The chef's special pastry." "We were married six months later, and lived for a while on the Rue Lebouteux." "SIX MORAL TALES" "THE BAKERY GIRL OF MONCEAU" "Paris, the Villiers intersection." "To the east, Boulevard des Batignolles." "To the north, Rue de Lévis and its market." "The Dôme de Villiers café." "To the left, Avenue de Villiers." "The Villiers metro station." "To the west, Boulevard de Courcelles, which leads to the Park Monceau and a demolition zone on the site of the former City Club, a student residence." "I ate there every night while in law school." "Sylvie, who worked in a gallery on the Rue de Monceau, walked home across the park at the same time." "I knew her only by sight." "We passed each other often between the intersection and the club." "We'd exchanged furtive looks but nothing more." " Don't look back." " She's a bit tall for me." "Schmidt, my friend, urged me to act." "But I was scared." " Take a chance." " What, pick her up?" " Why not?" "One never knows." " Well, one should." "No, it wasn't her style to get picked up on the street, and it was even less my style to try." "Yet I felt she was ready to make an exception to her rule, as I was to mine." "But it was risky, and I didn't want to botch it by not being myself." "Really?" "Very long?" " Longer than usual." "Listen, I feel like following her." "No, don't." "Go right up to her." "Go right up to her?" "I could see how strongly I felt about her." "It was May, near the end of the school year." "She had to live nearby." "We'd seen her a few times carrying a basket, doing her shopping." " See?" " Not so loud." "What'd I say?" "She may live around here." " Wait." " Be careful." "Relax." "She went into a shop." "She's ignoring us too intently to not be aware of us." "Hell, I'm following her." "Even if I'd managed to trail her unseen, what good would that have done?" "I'll catch up." "I'd decided to take matters in hand when fortune at last smiled on me." "Over there!" " What?" " There!" "What?" " No harm done." " Really?" " We didn't really bump." " Thank goodness." "What a day." "I almost broke my neck on those things earlier." " I wish I'd seen that." " I said almost." "I wasn't hurt." "These cars are so loud!" " I go this way." " I go that way." "Let me make amends." "Meet me for coffee in an hour?" "I'm busy tonight." "Another time." "We cross paths often." "Throughout our short talk, I'd had but one thought:" "Keep her there." "Say anything." "Forget the assuredly poor impression I was making." "But my victory was clear." "I must admit, bumping into her wasn't entirely accidental." "She didn't seem offended." "On the contrary, she seemed to respond." "Her refusal to meet meant nothing, since now I could speak to her when we met again, which would be soon." "Then, what I least expected happened." "My good luck was followed by equally bad luck." "Three days passed, then a week." "No sign of her." "With exams coming up, Schmidt went back to his family." "In love though I was, the idea of giving up study time to look for Sylvie never even occurred to me." "My only free time was meal time, so I did without dinner." "Dinner took 30 minutes, and my walk three, so my chances of seeing her were multiplied by 10." "But the boulevard seemed a poor vantage point." "She might easily take another route." "She might even take the subway or bus." "However, she still had to go shopping, so I decided to extend the area of my search to the Rue de Lévis." "Besides, I must say, these late-afternoon patrols were hot, dull and tiring." "The market offered variety, coolness, and the compelling argument of food." "My stomach tempted me." "Weary of cafeterias, and anticipating vacation, it craved the gastronomic interlude that cherry season offered." "The smells and sounds of the market, after so many hours of books and lecture notes, were more relaxing than the club and its mess-hall odors." "But my search was still in vain." "Thousands lived in that neighborhood... possibly one of the most crowded in Paris." "Should I stay put?" "Or walk around?" "I was young and perhaps foolishly hoping to see her suddenly appear in a window or emerge from a shop and once again find herself face-to-face with me." "So I decided to stroll around." "That's how I found, on the Rue Lebouteux, a little bakery where I got in the habit of buying the cookies and pastries that became the mainstay of my meals." "Go on, Jackie." "Get going, understand?" "Let me work." "Oh, that guy!" "Girls are useless." "You should talk." "Go back where you came from." "I'll be back." "What an idiot!" "A cookie." "He gets on my nerves." "Which one?" " That one." "To go?" "That's right." "Forty centimes." "The cookies were the same as at any bakery." "They're factory-made." "You find them everywhere." "But here I could eat without being seen by Sylvie, who, in the crowded market, might appear unexpectedly." "Besides, buying my pastry had become a ritual between me and the girl at the bakery." "At my age, you hate nothing more than shopping." "I like to enter a shop with the air of someone going in for the first time." "Yet I'm pleased when the salesgirl guesses my game and plays along." "Hello, miss." "A cookie." "Forty centimes?" "And still no sign of Sylvie." "Was she avoiding me?" "Why, for God's sake?" "Was she in the country?" "Sick?" "Dead?" "Married?" "Anything was possible." "By the end of the week, my vigil was a mere formality." "I would hurry to my bakery, taking more care each day with my entrances, my lingering, my bizarre conduct." "Two cookies?" "Darn!" "Don't worry." "Oh, and wrap them separately." "There." "Wait." "I think I've got the change." "It didn't take long to see the pretty bakery girl liked me." "Call it vanity if you will, but the fact that a girl liked me seemed natural." "And since she wasn't really my type, and Sylvie alone, so superior, held my thoughts —" "Yes, it was because I was thinking of Sylvie that I accepted the advances, which is what they were, of the bakery girl." "In a much better spirit than if I had not loved another." "Yes, a cookie." "And a roll." "And, let's see, give me that one." "Wait." "What's that called?" "A gâteau lorrain." "Anything else?" "That's all." "Separately?" "Yes." "But not the cookie." "Wait." "Give me an apricot tart." "I got more involved in this by the day, sure that it couldn't go very far." "And it was as good a way as any both to pass the time and to get even with Sylvie for her absence." "And yet this revenge seemed unworthy of me, and I ended up taking out my irritation on the bakery girl." "What upset me was not that she liked me, but that she'd think there was any way" "I would like her." "As if to justify myself in my own eyes," "I told myself it was her fault, that she must be punished for playing with fire." "My courtship became a daily routine carried out with such a relaxed air that her initial coyness didn't put me off at all." "Delicious." "I could eat nothing but pastries." "Me too." "I'll buy you one." "No, thank you." "Come on." "Isn't the boss here?" "She's making dinner." "So what are you afraid of?" "I'd think you'd hate pastries after staring at them all day." "I've only been here a month." "I won't be here long, you know." "In September I start at one of the big department stores." "You're here all day long?" "Until 8:00." "What do you do evenings?" "Would you like to go out some evening?" "I'm only 18." "So?" "Don't your parents let you go out?" "It was an apricot tart and a baba, and add an apple tart." "My exams were almost over." "I'd be going on vacation." " Want any help?" " Heavens, no." "Am I bothering you?" "Afraid we'll be seen?" "No." "Anyway, I'm leaving in a month." " Mind if I walk with you a bit?" " I guess not." "Come in here." "I want to tell you something." "Have I done something wrong?" "No." "I told you, it's not that." "Let's go out." "Tomorrow." "Leave me alone." "Why?" "I don't know you." "We'll get acquainted." "Do I seem so bad?" "No strings attached." "We'll go to a movie on the Champs-Elysées." "You must go to the movies." " Yes, on Saturday." "Let's go this Saturday." "I'm going with friends." "Boys?" "Boys... girls." "They're all silly." "All the more reason." "Saturday then?" "No, not Saturday." "Another day." "Do your parents keep you in?" "I should hope not!" "So tomorrow?" "We'll have a nice dinner, then go to the Champs-Elysées." "I'll meet you at 8:00 at the café." "The Dôme, all right?" "Should I dress?" "No, you're fine as you are." "All right?" "Mother may not like it." "But you said —" "Yes, in principle." "Say it's a girlfriend." "I don't know." "Maybe." "Do you like a little intrigue?" "Intrigue." "I'll come by tomorrow at 7:30." "In case we can't talk in the bakery, here's what we'll do." "I'll ask for a pastry." "If you give me two, it's a go." "In that case we'll meet at the café at 8:00." "Got it?" "Repeat it back so there's no mistake." "If I give you two pastries, it means yes." "Good." "I'll leave now." "I'll go first." "What's your name?" "Good-bye, Jacqueline." "There." "I had what I wanted." "But things took a serious turn I hadn't counted on." "This girl lacked the easygoing quality that would have eased my conscience." "What had I gotten myself into?" "Besides, I was leaving Paris." "Not much could happen before then." "I had other worries." "The next day, a Friday, I took my oral exam and passed." "I almost didn't go to my date." "But none of my friends were around, and the thought of an evening alone was unbearable." "A cookie." "How are you?" "What's wrong?" "Are you hurt?" "A bad sprain that's dragged on three weeks." "How annoying." "I wondered why I hadn't seen you." "I saw you yesterday, but you were lost in thought." "Really." "Let's move." "In an instant I'd made my decision." " Have you eaten?" " Not a bite." " This heat makes me hungry." " No need to explain." "Want to eat together?" "Why not?" "I'll just be a minute." "I'm on the second floor." "I'll wait." "That minute turned into 15, giving me ample opportunity to reflect on my rashness." "I could have put Sylvie off a day and kept my date with my bakery girl." "But my choice had been, above all, a moral one." "Having found Sylvie again, seeing the bakery girl would be a vice, an aberration." "One represented truth and the other a mistake, or so I told myself at the time." "To complicate things, it began to rain, but that's what in fact saved me." "... it will be exactly 8:00..." "You can't walk." "I'll get a cab." "You won't find one in this rain." "I can walk." "Really?" "The street was deserted." "The bakery girl could see us if she came outside." "Like a coward, I thought she'd be too far away to make a scene." "I didn't dare turn around, and the walk seemed endless." "Did she see us, or was she pining away for me at the café?" "I'll never know." "As for winning Sylvie, I already had." "I learned how that very evening." "I managed to keep myself entertained." "I can't stand people who pace in front of my door." "Yes, you may not know it, but my windows open onto the street." "I saw everything." "I trembled a moment, but she went on." "You're terrible." "You almost made me feel guilty." "But then, I couldn't exactly call out to you." "After all, it's your right to destroy your stomach with those awful cookies." " They're good." " I know." "I've tried them." "In short, I know all your vices." "What'll you have?" "The chef's special pastry." "We were married six months later, and lived for a while on the Rue Lebouteux."