The masters thesis
It might have been at Jean Duvignaud’s, or maybe at Paul Virilio’s.
I notice a mimeographed work on the table and open it. It’s a masters thesis — devoted to stage design, it seems — written by A. while she was in South America. I hadn’t heard about it, but I am at once surprised and pleased that she did something during her long stay.
There is a particular detail: the title page was composed by (and here some sort of famous name) on an IBM 307 (let’s say).
I remember, on that note, that Pierre G. had once spoken to me of automatic composition.
This might take place at a cocktail party where things like this make for good conversation.