Faraway the Southern SkyThe young man arrived in Paris, a refugee from political repression, just as World War I was raging to a close. He came with just a few coins in his pocket, a painfully shy twentysomething who stammered when he spoke in public, though he had sailed the world as a lowly deckhand. He moved into a dingy hotel on a cul de sac in Montmartre, falling into a demimonde populated by radicals, poor artists, prostitutes, the luckless and rebellious. When, half a