Quai Voltaire

Words, p.60
I saw death. At the age of five: it was watching me; in the evenings, it prowled on the balcony : it pressed it's nose to the window; I use to see but I did not dare say anything. Once, on the Quai Voltaire, we met it : it was a tall, mad old woman, dressed in black, who mumbled as she went by : 'I shall put that child in my pocket.'