Given the choice between having a second helping of Jérôme Bel’s lump of balletic pc bullshit Tombe or trying to get another drink in the Café de l’Opéra I’d pick up the service revolver and shoot myself between the eyes.

Preferably while Bel or the waiter was standing directly behind me.

Nul points.

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