This book, I have long been thinking of it; I thought there every time I was in France. Anyone to whom I was presented, in order to establish the contact, was bound to scratch the names of the counters. Some had a memory hole and did not reach the end, which is highly excusable. The memory of the French eppopée in India is therefore underlying collective consciousness. Immediately afterwards, my new interviewee wanted to know if you spoke ink...