[René Magritte: “Je ne vois pas la femme cachée dans la forêt”]
"In August, René Crevel, twenty-two years old and handsome as a god, had been vacationing with his family on a Norman beach when a young girl fell at his feet and begged him to press geraniums between her breasts. ...
"That evening Crevel, the girl, her mother, and an old woman named Madame Dante had sat around a table and held a séance. ...
From this moment
ever to see her
think of her
"Within minutes Crevel had fallen into a deep sleep, during which (as the women told him afterwards) he had uttered remarkable statements. ...
resist the scented
"But the experiments proceeded no further, as Crevel, still in uniform, had had to return to barracks the next morning."
your reward may be
at the next
across that border
– Mark Polizzotti, Revolution of the Mind: The Life of André Breton (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995): 178.
& you’re lost