The View from the Quai Voltaire

Friday has taken to living with the neighbours downstairs, for which I am grateful both to the neighbours and to him. We all live together in this latter-day reconstitution of the Palace Flophouse, even those who don't officially live here, but who have nowhere else to go. Anyway, crazily, the hocus-pocus about "clean diskettes" and "healing," when administered by the computer-savvy neighbour-lady, Carla (who was on the phone the whole while to her mother-in-law, a very great computer maven), worked: My PC is now virus-free. I gave Carla twenty dollars for her incomprehensible and inestimable services, and she seemed pleased with it.