He was buried in January, in an icy fog, at eight in the morning—about the time when they shoot those condemned to death.
There were quite a few people there—from society, from his former world—who followed the hearse while talking of business. The hearse of a poor man, badly chipped, rattled over the gleaming cobblestones.
Imagine that long journey to the cemetery at eight o’clock, in the fog. Just behind the society people followed a group in rags, beggars, people out of work...
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Jean Sulivan was the pen name of Joseph Lemarchand, who was a priest, teacher, and journalist, as well as the author of thirty books, including the collection Bonheur des rebelles (Gallimard, 1968), which includes the story “La misère ne finira jamais” (“Misery will never end”).