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The rest of my childhood was spent withdrawn. No psychologist could figure me out. No sister could motivate me. No music could inspire me. Except, of course Debussy. In my teenage years I wandered around Canada and America searching for some other way into that blue world of Debussy and imagination. I needed to return to my Self. But I never found that door; neither in any bottle nor any pill. Not in women, not thrills. I had but one course of action left. To France I fled, with the hope of rekindling the magical senses that had been inert and diffused since my experience under the coffee table in the music room, under the blue blanket. I continued my debauchery and brooding in Paris. I had no results or epiphanies.

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One winter evening, after spending my last franc on a bottle of shiraz, I found the Cemetaire De Passy. I wandered and sobbed and drank until I collapsed in a heap of regret and dry leaves. Shivering and bleary-eyed I collected some leaves and the previous night's snow and made a pillow. The gravestone that I uncovered was, of course, that of Claude Debussy, 1862-1918. I had found the door.

Thus, I died in Paris. I blame myself. And I blame my wonderful sister, Catherine.

The light fades out and the music continues for 20 seconds in the dark.

THE END