Eureka! Ever since I read A Moveable Feast maybe 25 years ago I have been looking for a photo of the Hole in the Wall bar that Hemingway described as so narrow that a full sized man could just about touch each wall with arms outstretched; as a hangout for deserters and drug dealers; with a supposed secret back exit into the sewers of Paris to which the aforementioned could escape when the gendarme came. That was all that.
Couldn't find nuffin. A few years ago I got the address and thought to search for it in the French language. Duh. Still nuffin. Last night:
Eureka! Swine French threw me off. Eureka moments are rare. When you're researching--for a college term paper, for a Ph.D thesis; when, for a legal brief, you are looking for that one case; when, just for fun, you've been looking for something for awhile--and then you find it, that it...I just about have an O.
Couldn't find nuffin. A few years ago I got the address and thought to search for it in the French language. Duh. Still nuffin. Last night:
