From "Notes from Mexico"

On the way back from the restaurant, he says- he’s almost singing, really- how I hate the Parisians. Les Parisians, comment je peux les haiir. He has an incredible voice. He is purring. He says it is the same every time he arrives in Charles de Gaulle. Last time, he asked a man when he could expect his suitcase. As if I have time for such things! The man exclaimed. The Parisians. How I hate them. How I hate them sometimes.