Somewhere (perhaps I can find it on the shelf ... though it's not where I thought it would be ... in The Paris Review Interviews: Writers at Work, Third Series, edited by George Plimpton) I have a translation of an interview conducted with the French poet Jean Cocteau shortly before his death. Cocteau, a polymath if there ever was one, was living in a house filled with manuscripts, sculptures, line drawings, paintings, ceramics, books and other things he'd made with his own hands. The interviewer asked him, if the house were to catch fire, and he could save only one thing, what would be? Cocteau replied, without missing a beat,
"Oh, definitely, the fire!"
Posted by Ideofact at March 9, 2008 12:10 AM