So one time…… I ran around Paris until I found Cafe les Deux Magots, where Beauvoir and Sartre used to sit and write everyday. I suppose that was the closest I will ever come to pilgrimage.
“I don’t know. What is it that one evaluates? The noise, the silence, posterity, the number of readers, the absence of readers, the importance at a given time? I think that people will read me for some time. At least, that’s what my readers tell me. I’ve contributed something to the discussion of women’s problems. I know I have from the letters I receive. As for the literary quality of my work, in the strict sense of the word, I haven’t the slightest idea.”
~Interview with Beauvoir at the Paris Review