Many thanks.

A French schoolteacher friend (5'0") and her Algerian Berber musician boyfriend (6'2") I traveled with in Normandie in the 9.50ff/ super $ summer of 1985 told me I was a poet after I translated the Eagles' Hotel California into French for him. Or maybe they told me that because I bought them Harpo Marx's memoir Harpo Speaks in French in the flea market in Rouen. My French teacher in Montpellier taught us using Raymond Devos' play on words comedy sketches like L'Homme Qui Fait La Valise (il-y-a des gents bizarres, dans les train et dans les gares). Ma petite ami Marseillaise and her sister who adopted me in Villefranche-sur-Mer the following summer also taught me word engineering.