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A Little Cloud

           “Theybelieveinenjoyinglifeanddon’tyouthinkthey’reright?IfyouwanttoenjoyyourselfproperlyyoumustgotoParis.And,mindyou,they’veagreatfeelingfortheIrishthere.WhentheyheardIwasfromIrelandtheywerereadytoeatme,man.”

           LittleChandlertookfourorfivesipsfromhisglass.

           “Tellme,”hesaid,“isittruethatParisisso...immoralastheysay?”

           IgnatiusGallahermadeacatholicgesturewithhisrightarm.

           “Everyplaceisimmoral,”hesaid.“OfcourseyoudofindspicybitsinParis.Gotooneofthestudents’balls,forinstance.That’slively,ifyoulike,whenthecocottesbegintoletthemselvesloose.Youknowwhattheyare,Isuppose?”

           “I’veheardofthem,”saidLittleChandler.

           IgnatiusGallaherdrankoffhiswhiskyandshookhishad.

           “Ah,”hesaid,“youmaysaywhatyoulike.There’snowomanliketheParisienneforstyle,forgo.”

           “Thenitisanimmoralcity,”saidLittleChandler,withtimidinsistence—“Imean,comparedwithLondonorDublin?”

           “London!”saidIgnatiusGallaher.“It’ssixofoneandhalf-a-dozenoftheother.YouaskHogan,myboy.IshowedhimabitaboutLondonwhenhewasoverthere.He’dopenyoureye....Isay,Tommy,don’tmakepunchofthatwhisky:liquorup.”

           “No,really....

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