Staffers on France-Soir, the brightest, brassiest and widest-read daily in Paris, are used to the boss's violent temper tantrums. It is a dull day in the grimy, ill-lit building near the Place de la Bourse when only four or five storms blow out of the tiny office where tiny (5 ft. 2 in.) Editor in Chief Pierre Lazareff sits, guarded by two doormen and five secretaries.
But last week was something memorable. "Pierrot" was in almost constant fury. Looking like a bald, wet owl behind his big, black-rimmed spectacles, he squeaked invectives and obscenities...
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