When I set up this blog (see left sidebar) I made half a promise to translate a little known book by Henry Miller called J'suis pas plus con qu'un autre. And I would probably have started before now, if I hadn't attempted to disprove Miller's title: some people are more idiot than others. I lost my copy of the book. It is a small book. In the Domaine Etranger edition there are 79 pages, and it had somehow slotted in with my other slim volumes, on the poetry shelf. This explains why it took me many months to find it. And when I did spot it among the poetry, I immediately reclaimed it because it was prose. The curiosity of I'm