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the bottom he slipped off and landed squarely on a stout
gentleman about to ascend the stairs. (35)
Jules blurted out (36)
the first thing that came into his head. “Have you had your dinner, sir?”
he asked. The other replied that he had—he had dined wonderfully on an omelet
made in the style of Nantes.To this Verne retorted, “Bah, no one in Paris
can make one!” “Can you?” asked the stout fellow. “Of course—I am from Nantes,” said Jules. “Very well, then, come to dinner next Wednesday—and cock the omelet.” With that, he handed the young man his card and continued up the steps. It was Alexandre Dumas, author of “The Three Musketeers”. You could have knocked Jules over with a breadstick.(37) Knowing Dumas confirmed (38) young Verne’s desire to be an author. Jules, urged on by the older man, made up his mind he would do for geography what Dumas had done for history.(39) He began spending his days reading and writing and forgot completely that he was in Paris to become a lawyer. His father, impatient with the boy’s neglect of his studies, cut off his allowance. (40) |
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