Word: cellars
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Something Soft in the Cellar. Novelist Bory, an inveterate courtroom spectator, discovered Sylvie soon after the war,when she was haled into court for stealing from her sister-in-law's Paris apartment seven dresses, six blouses, a kilo of sugar, a rabbit-fur vest, 10.000 francs and the stuffed head of a Pyrenean lizard. The judges sentenced her to three months in prison. Novelist Bory then & there determined to make Sylvie the heroine of his next book. The novel Fragile, or the Basket of Eggs* became a bestseller...
...power of attorney giving Sylvie control of all her affairs. One day little Denise came home from school to find her aunt's door tightly locked. "Your Aunt Jeanne was picked up by the cops again," explained Sylvie sadly. That night Denise went down to the cellar to get a washbasin. In the dim light she stepped on something soft. Sylvie said: "You must have stepped on an old pillow I threw down there." To a girl friend, Denise confided with horror that she had "dreamed" of a woman's foot growing out of the cellar floor...
...Patch of New Plaster. Under Sylvie's management, the hotel prospered. Seven months pregnant though she was, the new proprietress worked hard at her job. Her clothes were sometimes smeared with plaster, and she would explain: "I'm plugging up some of those rat holes in the cellar." An anonymous letter brought Police Inspectors Leloup and Lelong to the hotel. "Ah," said Sylvie, "I have good news for you. Madame is returning on Saturday." The policemen nodded: "We will be here...
...summer of 1871, during the Prussian occupation. Five Prussian Uhlans were billeted in our house. One night the five went down to my father's wine cellar and got roaring drunk. I was sent to bed-I was only ten-but from my room I heard everything. My father and my uncle went out to the woodshed and got two axes. Then they went to the cellar and killed every one of the drunken soldiers. They buried them that night outside the village and my father made me swear to keep the secret which would have cost the lives...
...holes in the sides of the main floor halls. Imagine yourself looking through these portholes, not into a cozy dean's office, but into a good-sized dining hall. Instead of dining hall, call it Commons, think of freshly cooked food being brought up from the kitchens in the cellar and passed into the Commons through the portholes, and visualize the room full of a much nosier group of students than the sort that eats in the Union these days...