Chapter 4
Monday morning at Julian's, students fought for places; students
with prior claims drove away others who had been anxiously
squatting on coveted tabourets since the door was opened in hopes
of appropriating them at roll-call; students squabbled over
palettes, brushes, portfolios, or rent the air with demands for
Ciceri and bread. The former, a dirty ex-model, who had in palmier
days posed as Judas, now dispensed stale bread at one sou and made
enough to keep himself in cigarettes. Monsieur Julian walked in,
smiled a fatherly smile and walked out. His disappearance was
followed by the apparition of the clerk, a foxy creature who
flitted through the battling hordes in search of prey.
Three men who had not paid dues were caught and summoned. A
fourth was scented, follow
