In the castle of the Marquis de Guaita, everyone wore ceremoniously except for a guy named Jean Paul Pattin who, for some mysterious reason, said he was not there. That stunned me at first, but then I realized that, technically speaking, I was not there either. So I tried to worm his secret out of him. After more than two hours wasted, I discovered that his secret was that he was crazy and that he had escaped from a nearby asylum. Eager to make up for lost time, I burst as a cyclone in the ballroom at the precise moment when, by a move of the dance, a lady had just momentarily separated from her dance partner. Literally, she bumped into me. She was so self-absorbed that she did not notice the change and grabbed me as if I were her partner. “What an embarrassing situation”, I thought, “Maybe I’d better close my eyes and go back home to meet my body”. (I had left him something to eat and drink because at that time I was not sure how your body behaves when you leave it. That is also the reason why I had locked the door.) But immediately I changed my mind because maybe I would not have another opportunity like that to enter the select circle of Parisian high society. The point is that, while we were dancing, my partner called me Palamède and then she kissed me. In that instant, I felt a touch on my back. I turned around and a glove slapped me in the face. There, in front of me stood the fearsome Baron Palamède de Charlus, who had just challenged me to a duel.

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