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THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

some day to compose similar fantastic tales. For I had begun to write. After attending a lecture given by Monsieur Brunetiere at the Elbeuf theatre on the comedies of Corneille, I decided to hold a series of lectures myself, for which my sisters should be impressed as audience. On several successive days I took my seat behind a table on which I had placed a glass of water, and these two unfortunates had to hear me talk about the Misanthrope and about Athalie. They yawned, they wept, but I was merciless.
When I was twelve years old and in the Fourth Form I cbmposed with great effort a tragedy in five acts in verse. It was called Odette de Champdivers, and its heroine was mistress of Charles the Mad. Why was I interested in this woman? I no longer know, and the play is lost. It must have been very bad. However, a new master, Monsieur Leroy, provided us with other models. Leroy, quite different from Kittel, was as much of a bohemian as the latter was upper middle class; he wore an immense, wide-brimmed felt hat, whereas Kittel dressed in a cutaway and high hat; he was as untidily long-haired as Kittel was neatly bald, as easygoing in his ideas and vocabulary as Kittel was prim; but he was a great reader of Flaubert, Huysmans, Maupassant, and in the long run a useful influence for me. I learned some years later that he had left the University to become a doctor, and then I heard nothing more of him for forty years. One day about 1935, when I was at home in Paris, I was called upon by a white-haired old man whose eyes were too bright, whose clothes were threadbare, and who saluted me by sweeping off a wide-brimmed hat.
`You remember your old master of the Fourth Form i' he said to me.
I was filled with delight until he explained the object of his visit:
`It's necessary,' he said to me in a low voice, `that you should put your influence at my disposal in order to defend the electrons ... The electrons are being persecuted ... And I alone know that the electron is the secret of life. . . .'
My poor old master had gone mad.

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