Ten couples met in a huge Left Bank apartment. They had foregathered to practice the latest Parisian intellectual pretensionintimatism. Present were the high priest of the movement, dynamic René Sébille, 34, and some of his ardent disciples. The men were journalists and writers. The girls were young and pretty.
Soon everybody was drinking the "intimatist cocktail"a gin base with an equal dash of curaçao and of an apéritif. Then Sébille rose and spoke. He spoke of his philosophy and the manner in which life should be lived and rosebuds gathered. The intimatists...
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