Schiller liked to have a smell of rotten apples, concealed beneath his desk, under his nose when he was composing poetry ( Read more... )

Marcel Proust, it is said, had coffee and a croissant for breakfast. I usually drink tea. Sometimes coffee. Croissants eat occasionally. Maybe the secret is in the correct combination and sequence? But how can I get a fresh croissant every morning at seven o'clock ( Read more... )

She is looking at a dancer. The dancer might be an American. She, the spectator, might be a French woman. She may not know English and the dancer may not know French ( Read more... )