About 30 years ago I read (or remember reading) a quote attributed to Francois Truffaut: “Taste is composed of a thousand distastes.” Did I investigate further? Did I devote hours to learning if the line truly originated with Truffaut or if he was quoting someone else? No. Okay, so I’m lazy. This morning I read a 4.3 Richard Brody column that attributed the quote to poet Paul Valery, who was around before Truffaut. Got it. I’m wise and I know what time it is now. But I’m probably going to continue to attribute the quote to Truffaut. In my mind F.T. is the man — the nouvelle vague guy who made two of my favorite French-language films of all time (i.e., Shoot The Piano Player, The Woman Next Door) and whose name triggers particular cinematic endorphins that I never want to be without. (I once visited his grave in le Cimetiere de Montmartre.) I also prefer the soft but decisive sound of his name compared to Valery’s, which sounds a little bit flowery and wimpish. Sorry but that’s my decision.