I had a bit part in Napoleonette. I wrapped some meat in newsprint and handed it to a woman. The scene was shot in a moment. Since I am no B-movie aficionado, I went home, and in the late afternoon the phone rang me from my sleep. Putain was angry, he said, "All it was was the lady reaching over the counter-for nothing!-you wasn't even there."
Sometimes a ghost entered my heart and I could feel, and sometimes a phrase entered my mind and I could speak, with reason. But never was I able to stay a man long enough to remain him.