Back in Paris, I resumed the old customs. Apparently, my unexpected participation in the Tour de France under a false name completely confused the spies that were following my steps since I left Karlsbad. The last time I saw them, they followed each other in the hope that someone of them would have found my trail again. If the vision of two spies following each other is already unfortunate, the vision of eight spies following each other makes one think of how pathetic human beings can become. And this reminds me of an incident that is too recent and painful, but that I must record here because, thanks to my pathetic performance, I made a surprising discovery. It happened just a week ago during a gala dinner offered by Madame de Cambremer in honor of the new ambassador of the United States of America in France. We were more than forty people, the crème de la crème of the high society of Paris. Mme de Cambremer had hired Maxim’s chef especially for the occasion. Well, at some point, the ambassador got up with a glass of champagne in his hand. He started to propose a toast, so we all raised our glasses. I don’t know what the hell he said because I was having a hard work swallowing a bite that I had just brought me to the mouth. I only know that suddenly everybody was drinking. So I had no choice but to imitate them. Unfortunately, under the cascade of champagne, the bite got stuck in the esophagus. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t want to draw attention. Therefore I bent down to perform without being seen some desperate maneuver, like shaking my head frantically, or pressing the neck with my hands. In the end, I managed to expel the bite under the table along with much of the rest of the meal. But at the precise moment when I sit up again, I heard a blast just below me and … Gosh, you can already imagine what comes next. Since then, I’ve been having nightmares about the stupor faces of the other guests when they saw me cross the ceiling leaving a gap in the roof. How embarrassing!… But the point is that not only did the impact not hurt me, but I don’t have the least headache. In short: I think I have become a kind of superman.

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