Pascin, Wyndham Lewis, Ezra Pound, and Hilaire Belloc spent a week silently haunting the corners of cafes, mourning their dead friends and staring suspiciously at each other. Eventually they realized something: Pascin was a painter. He was different. And if you had to put the blame on someone, it was always best to pick on someone unlike yourself. Three of them had offered pithy comments throughout the weeks of terror among the artistic community of Paris, but one of them had been silent. Not unlike a mime.
When pointing their fingers at him and making shooting motions failed to work, they called the police and had him arrested. Belloc muttered something about the police enforcing social inequalities but they ignored him and filled out their statements. It turned out Pascin wasn't actually a mime, but he was Zelda Fitzgerald's accomplice in murder and also a painter. It was a good thing to have him off the streets. It was finally safe to begin work on their posthumous collaborations with Joyce, Hemingway, and Stein.
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Ghacob has been lynched. He was Pascin, a Mafia Goon.
The game is over! Thread unlocked forever!
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Topic: M66: Paris Mafia (Game Over, Town Wins) (Read 130864 times)