WAR On Sundays, Foujita, Edgar, and I, went home to my parents for lunch; this was frequently the only decent meal we had during the week. My Father became quite human, and in the afternoons we all played " heads, bodies, and legs." That is the game where everyone draws a head and leaves two lines indicating where the next person should begin the body. The pieces of paper were then passed to the next person and then again until the legs were done. The drawings were very funny and some of them very good. Foujita was a charming character and had the most terrible struggles before he became famous. I last saw him when I stepped off a boat on the He de Brehat, in Brittany. I had not seen him for three or four years. He was sitting on the terrasse of a cafe. His hair had turned very grey. He had large gold earrings on and wore red horn-rimmed spectacles. He was with his wife, who was very chic and beautifully made up. There was another Japanese with them. I waved to him and he said " Bonjourninahamnett" as if he had only seen me the day before. We sat down and talked about the old days. I was sorry that I had to go back to Paimpol that day, where I was staying opposite, as I believe they had wonderful parties every day with bathing, singing, and drinking. One day I went to dinner with a woman friend of mine in Clifford's Inn. We had dinner and some wine, and suddenly there was a strange whizzing sound and she said, rather nervously, fe What is that? " I said, " That is only a motor-'bus/3 She '' ' '