He kept me waiting as he had become lost within the madness of The London Lean

By the time he had arrived I had already built a church on the alluvial plains of the village

It looked splendid and proud as it rose from the soft diseased swamps

My visitor was much impressed

I invited him to dine with my friends Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir who owned a house in the area

But he refused as he considered the French couple to be arrogant

As he lay the founding stone of my church he said that I would always be welcome to visit him in America as long as I did not bring my friends