I'm going to dinner with my subscription of three euros a plate, at a restaurant in the Rue de la Harpe.
look with disdain on the old counter, dirty napkins ... The students around me are like me. They talk about their teachers, their lovers. What I care about my teachers? And did I have I a darling? To avoid the spectacle of her joy, came as late as possible.
Then back slowly through the streets. The pavement is muddy, falls the mist, and I think that the damp darkness that surround me sink forever in my heart.
remorse overwhelms me. Back to attend classes, but since I do not know anything about the subjects explained, even the simplest things join me in confusion. Top
tedious repetition of the same customs and entered ...
