Beethoven's Birthday, 2010

Reading slowly the last couple of days, I finished Camus' La Chute about an hour ago, which deserves, I guess, to be called an Anti-Confession. I'm so proud of Albert for not sticking it in Simone de Beauvoir, but I kept thinking as I read the [obligatory] chapter on 'Women I have Fucked,' that this gentleman would really have profited from a thorough reading of Sex at Dawn. So, Albert, monogamy was not your thing--nor anybody else's, so far as you could tell: Did it never occur to you that not only is it a crock, it's not all that important a crock? Well, maybe that is what he meant.