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All this talk about French intellectuals reminds me of the funniest thing I ever saw in the late, lamented Spy magazine:

What if Jean-Paul Sartre had had a little imaginary friend named Sneakers?
1956: Sartre scours Paris for a tiny beret
1957: Sartre abandons Sneakers in a box on the Metro

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