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got a nice apartment on the Rue de Marroniers in the Seixieme, sixteenth, arrondisement in Paris, fifth floor, something like that. We actually, I think, each had a bedroom of our own, and a living room, and a dining room. But then I immediately went to boarding school, at the Ecole de Montcel, which was about twelve miles south of Paris near Versailles. The school is in a beautiful park, and I spent five years, really, there in schooling. There, again, it was the rigorous classical French education leading to the baccalaureat. I did my baccalaureat there in science and philosophy both, which was rather ambitious, and to my surprise I flunked science, which I thought I was good at, and passed philosophy. In those days, the baccalaureat was done in two stages, first year baccalaureat and then you specialized. And you could either specialize in one or the other or both. I tried both. But I never left the school because while I allegedly went to the university, I then started to support myself by teaching at the school and at seventeen or eighteen I was self- supporting, enjoying myself, owned a second-hand car, went racing around town, had a gay life, a marvelous life. But I'm obviously getting way ahead of myself.

In other words, you got your baccalaureat in 1932?

The first one in 1932, the second in 1933.

And then you were supposed to be enrolled at what university?

The University of Paris. But in the French educational