killed their poverty that way;
the sportifs took it out in
exercise. They were the
descendants of the
Communards and it was no
struggle for them to know their
politics. They knew who had
shot their fathers, their
relatives, their brothers, and
their friends when the
Versailles troops came in and
took the town after the
Commune and executed any
one they could catch with
calloused hands, or who wore
a cap, or carried any other
sign he was a working man.
And in that poverty, and in that
quarter across the street from a
Boucherie Chevaline and a
wine cooperative he had
written the start of all he was
to do. There never was another
part of Paris that he loved lik B