By Paul Tabori
Released in England as Epitaph for Europe. a tender Hungarian author, largely travelled at the Continent, seeks to reëvoke the basic spirit of that inter-war Europe, now blown to bits. He meets numerous literary figures at the manner, together with James Joyce, Jakob Wassermann, Miroslav Krleža and others.
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But when his change tumbled from his trousers pockets, he sat down and collected the sous with real Breton thrift. Balancing on his haunches, he grinned at us and described a wide arc with his arm. "This is what one dreams about out there," he said. "Green JAMAIS D'AUDACE grass, well-dressed women and the laughter of playing children. " I asked. "No, worse luck," he laughed. '' He shrugged. 1 don't know. But every few decades Frenchmen and Germans must have a fight I don't know why. It is like a" he groped for the mot juste "like a boxing championship in which the winner must always offer a revanche to the loser.
His face was bronzed, and on his tunic he wore four medal ribbons. Together we strolled through the rooms of Fontainebleau, that palace of ghosts and faded gloire. Here, at this desk, the Corsican had signed his abdication; here, in this room, Marie de' 1\'Iedici had plotted against Richelieu and her own son, the King. 111e guide droned dates and names, but l'adjutant made a delightful moue and stopped us from following the small crowd of sightseers who were mostly English, with a sprinkling of Gennans and Swiss.
But Jaures has no longer a street in Paris nor have Ron1ain Rolland, Barbusse or Con1bes. And at Aix-en-Provence they renamed the street of Pierre Curie Rue Jean Chiappel) TI1cre I sat and watched the motley crowd: the pimps and painters, the European yogis with hair reaching to the shoulders and big red toes sticking out from their heel-less sandals, the Chinese revolutionaries and Japanese spies, the spongers and journalists. It was the shop window of the world, a neverending cinema show, more varied than any Hollywood supercolossal masterpiece.
A Wreath for Europa by Paul Tabori