“I studied here in the fifties. My parents paid for it all and they found me a bording house in Rue Saint-Honoré. Madame Fouet, the landlady, lived on the ground floor. Oh, She was a shrewd Lady! She convinced my parents that it would be in my interest that She would be in charge of the monthly allowance. It gave Her absolute power over me. And the other five tenants, who suffered the same faith. We were Her slaves and She controlled literally everything. She was a real disciplinarian as well and She ruled without mercy. Now, a Woman dominating a man, that was unheard of in the fifties. Even my trusted friends refused to believe it. I graduated in ’59 and left a couple of months later. But I kept coming back once a week. Not because She ordered me to, but because I was lost without Her.” The nurse smiled and said: “You have such a vivid imagination Mr. Brown. Now, let me take you to the bingo for a bit of real fun, shall I?” They would not listen, they’re not listening still. Perhaps they never will.