November 12 Monday – At the Brighton Hotel in Paris, Sam expected to move to the rental house at noon this day, but was laid low by another ailment:

Just as I was about to move over to 169 rue de l’Universite, I got knocked flat on my back with gout. It was in my starboard ankle-bone. It took very little while to disable me. I supposed it was some new kind of super-devilish rheumatism, & imagined it would stop hurting presently. But it didn’t. It made me so tired that I went to sleep at midnight slept till 3 [Nov. 15 to Rogers].