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[danuv]

Having finished Lucia's story, I was all set to begin this book about Victorian sexuality that has been beaming up at me from the pile on the floor, however I'm finding myself unwilling to leave Paris. After watching a short dvd about Man Ray yesterday, I realized I've forgotten more of Bohemian Paris than I'd like to so I believe I'll read it again, this time with my yellow highlighter in hand. Those slippery dadaists and surrealists (or both) won't get away this time. I'll never confuse my Andre Breton with my Tristan Tzara again! Dernit, my memory has got to improve.