Free Download of : Age of Reason, The Vintage-Jean Paul Sartre
HALFWAY down the rue Vercingetorix a tall guy seized Mathieu by the ann; a policeman was patrolling the opposite pavement.
“Listen, chief, can you spare me a franc or two? I’m h .. ungry.
His eyes were close-set, his lips were thick, and he smelt of drink.
“You mean you’re thirsty?” asked Mathieu.
“Not on your life, kid,” the guy muttered thickly, •not on your life.”
Mathieu found a 6.ve-franc piece in his pocket.
“I don’t give a good God-damn,” he said. ‘1 was just saying the usual.” He gave him the five francs.
“You’re a good sort,” said the man, leaning against the wall. “And now I’d like to wish you something in return.
Something you’ll be really glad to have. What shall it be?”‘
They both pondered; then Mathieu said: Watever you like.”
“Well, I wish you good luck. There!”
He laughed triumphantly. Mathieu observed the police man strolling towards them and felt sorry for the man.
“Right,” said he. “So long.” ……..