Just treated myself to Monsieur Pialat’s L’amour existe (1960) sans sous titres.

Jetlag has been gnawing at me, but have been restored intermittently when able to keep eyes open by Declan Kiberd’s Ulysses and Us. A timely read. Had been hunting for it. Grabbed it at Eason’s in Dublin. Loved that it was 3for2 stickered. This gesture being entirely appropriate to its central thesis. Have some thoughts on his citing of common culture.

I’ve great faith in readers.