It was the first night of ‘La Dansomanie’ and it was both well attended and delightfully fun. I had chosen some excellent music, I thought, and put a great deal of careful consideration into my costume. At the Paris Opéra—thanks to Eugène egging me onwards—I had revealed (probably) too much leg a...
All I could think of was safety, how to acquire it, how to salvage some part of a life. Be busy, keep moving, put away sorrow until it could be digested and somehow overcome. Or at least subdued. It was mid-afternoon as I hastened to the Spanish consul’s office, fingers crossed that the man himse...