Nixon in flight

Upon finding his seat on a given airplane, Nixon surveys-peruses the contents of his seat pocket, to see what in-flight magazines have been stuffed there for his pleasure. If Nixon’s neighbors’ve not arrived, Nixon checks their seat pockets too, lest an older (or newer) issue of the same magazine (or of another) be trapt there. If the neighbors are around, Nixon holds his horses until they skitter off to the bathroom – inevitable. Nixon takes the words “complimentary copy” to heart; he always leaves the given airplane inevitably heavier by several kilos, and, furthermore, he is always afraid of arrest, though he commits no crime. What follows is a fruit of his late scrounging, en route between Moskva, Paris, and the capital of the world. Consider it an exercise in French, compliments of Nixon, who, like his city, never sleeps.