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In other news, while (er) barking up the wrong tree trying to solving a crossword clue this morning, (“gossip with Jean Paul Sartre’s feline friend?”), I discovered that Sartre did in fact have a cat, and he called it called “Rien”. Which is nice.

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When it was constipated, he used to say, “nothing will come from nothing.”