“For me,” Lewis Segal writes, “Bip was the reality, Marceau a kind of invisible conjurer. So I’m mourning Bip’s death as much as Marceau’s. But, alas, there’ll be no obituaries for Bip, no tribute to him from the government of France, even though we knew him a lot better than we knew Marceau and will miss him just as much. Together, they proved to me and to so many others that the realm of art is as palpable as any dimension of existence….”