Dead leaves, coffee grounds, grenadine, tabac Maryland, mental expectation,--perfumes of the Nord-Sud; autumn arrivals at Pigalle, or sorties from Notre-Dame-des-Champs into the lights of Montparnasse, where the chestnuts, glowing red by the metro entrance, live in a warmer climate than other trees....
     Our memories are card-indexes consulted, and then put back in disorder by authorities whome we do not control.


-Cyril Connolly, from The Unquiet Grave

(photo: "Mushroom" by contributor Eric Burke)