I met this remarkable women writer. She was quite rich, and I think a psychologist or anthropologist although not really practicing either. She was having a party, but was so shy as to be almost invisible. Another woman explained to me that this writer had used many pseudonyms, or maybe her name used to be different, and that some of her first books were written under the name of Lionel something, a book about a jellyfish; it seemed to me that I'd read it.