Hi, Lexy,

Thank you for telling me how to do single space, but it failed again. Am I therefore exceptionally innocent?

I find that Comme D'Habitude doesn't seem to scan at all into the My Way music.

Hmm.

Actually, the resemblance between this piece and Jacques Prevert is quite enormous.

Yes, there is an emotional and cultural identification of existential absorption and romantic bereavement between all this stuff which I once found totally riveting but which now I find very boring and passe.

Yes, it's good to hear Les Feuilles Mortes by Kosma on a day like today, but returning to Paris, as I knew her extremely well indeed back in around 1972-3, is about as remote as wanting to return to the moon.

I was delivered from that particular soupe, wherein I dwelt with my extremely beautiful black-haired provencale lover, by stumbling on a diminutive premie at Eglise Saint-Germain one day.

I attended satsang in the Place Saint-Germain, in a smallish room, while Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir sat absorbing coffee and intense conversation at the Deux Magots cafe below.

At the time I thought that Maharaji had maybe the power to raise us all away from and resolve all the great intense social and political problems of France and the world in general.

Now, so much long after, I believe that Maharaji's aim of turning people inside to feel something of value remains true.

While he himself has sold out so much to materialism, I believe that by looking genuinely inside we still find our own conscience and the deep underlying soul.