Status Updates From Les tribulations d'Arthur M...

Wow I was just under a SPELL reading the French chapter

In ordinary travel Less was always a hermit crab in a borrowed shell: he liked to get to know a street, and a café, and a restaurant, and be called by name by the waiters, and owners, and the coat-check girl, so that when he left, he could think of it fondly as another home.Freddy was the opposite.He wanted to see everything.Freddy suggested they take a bus to see all the highlights of Paris! Less shivered in horror.

"Less stands below it, experiencing that Wonderland sensation of having been shrunk, by Finley Dwyer, into a tiny version of himself; he could pass through the smallest door now, but into what garden? (...) Here, all this time, Less thought he was merely a bad writer. A bad lover, a bad friend, a bad son. Apparently the condition is worse; he is bad at being himself."