The literary lion of Paris bounced into Manhattan last week for a brief lecture tour (stops at Yale, Harvard, Princeton). He put up at a genteel midtown hotelpartly because he could find no other lodging, partly because it did not matter: he has a bohemian preference for unpretentious surroundings; in Paris, the literary lion makes his den in the dingy, unheated Hotel Louisiane. Few Americans had heard even vaguely of earnest, ebullient Jean-Paul Sartre, novelist, playwright, essayist and prophet of the philosophy of life known as "Existentialism." But more were likely to...
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