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When It Struck Him The man at a table in the café cried, Je suis vieux. This happened in Paris. Again and again he cried out, Je suis vieux, je suis vieux! then laid his head down in his hands and began to sob. Everybody at their tables or standing at the counter looked around and stared. The patron watched anxiously from his post at the cash register as the man continued to sob loudly. A waiter rushed over and put a hand on his shoulder, handed him a brandy, which he gulped down, then automatically reached for money to pay. No need for that, the waiter said in French, and helped him to his feet and out to the sidewalk. The man stood there a minute blinking in the flat light, shrugged, blew his nose, and walked to his fate. 35 ...

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