And what did you know Carl Bernstein as?
A faineant. A guy who does nothing.
But also a bit of a debrouillard [someone who can adapt to any situation].
Yes he was. And he was playing the guitar. Smoking a lot of dope. His talent as a writer was quite obvious. He was a good writer. You couldn’t get him out of the office.
He had no other life?
He had no other life. Well, he liked to fuck, I think. But he didn’t have much taste at first.