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23.45 9.95 9.95 9.95 9.95 5.95 4.95 5.45 There was an English poet-a Welsh poet, to be exact-who wrote, Do
not go gently into that good night. Do you remember it?
Yes. His name was Dylan Thomas and he died in his mid-thirties. He
was saying fight like a son of a bitch. Dont give in.
I mean to do that. Bernardine again reached into a pocket and
pulled out a card. Here is my office-merely consultant status, you
understand-and on the back Ive written down my home phone; it is a
special telephone, actually unique. Call me; whatever you need will be
provided. Remember, I am the only friend you have in Paris. No one else
knows you are here.
May I ask you a question?
Mais certainement.
How can you do the things youre doing for me when for all intents |