The Art of French Pastry

Clauss, in one of his typical
alcoholic rages, had hit me.
It had come from out of
nowhere, while I was
practicing lining tart shells.
The other apprentice I
worked with had angered
him and had been sent
away, leaving me alone
with the unpredictable
master. Did Jean Clauss
routinely send his
apprentices to their exams