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…hese six eyes looked fixedly upon the new café with equal admiration, but coloured differently by age. The eyes of the father said: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; one would say that all the gold of the poor world has come to plaster itself upon these walls. The eyes of the little boy: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; but it is a house where people like us cannot enter. As to the eyes of the smallest, they
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
… happy is the artist whom desire tears in pieces. I am on fire to paint her who appeared to me so rarely and who fled so quickly, like a beautiful, regrettable thing which the traveller, borne away into the night, leaves behind him. How long it is since she disappeared. She is beautiful, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths o…
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…radise! You impudent fellow; you dare to walk about in the poor quarters of the town, and you have not even glasses which make life look beautiful! And I pushed him vigorously towards the staircase, where he stumbled and swore. I went to the balcony and seized a little flower-pot; and when the man reappeared in the doorway I let fall my engine of war on the back edge of his shoulder straps, and the shock overthrowing him, he broke beneath his back all his poor walking stock-in-trade, which uttered the crashing cry of a glass palace split by li…
1928 · PDF PAGE 154
… vapour, the mar- vellous buildings of the impalpable, and I said to myself in my contemplation, All these phantasmagoria are almost as beautiful as the eyes of my beautiful, wild girl with the green eyes. And then, suddenly, I received a violent blow in the back, and I heard a raucous, charming voice, an hysterical voice, a voice made hoarse by brandy, the voice of my dear, small, well-beloved girl, that said, When are you going to eat your soup, you dirty old cloud-monger?
1928 · PDF PAGE 117
…sad palaces, beyond which one sees the sea and the sky, and in them there are men and women very serious and very sad too; but much more beautiful and better dressed than the people we see about, and they talk in a singing voice. They threaten each other, they beseech, they lament, they often put their hand to daggers that they have in their sashes; oh, but it is beautiful! The la- dies are much lovelier and taller than the ones that come to see us at home, and though they look terrible with their big hollow eyes and flaming cheeks, you cannot …
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
XXIV PLANS HE used to say to himself as he walked in a vast and lonely park, How beautiful she would be in a Court dress, complicated and luxurious in the lovely evening air, coming down the marble steps of a palace opposite the broad lawns and the fountains; for she has naturally the air of a princess. Passing by a little later in a city street, he stopped in front of a print-sellers shop, and finding a print representing a tropical land- scape, he said to himself, Ni, it is not in a pal- ace that I should like to possess her dear exis- te…
1928 · PDF PAGE 89
…hen the old Kaffir women themselves get drunk and furious with joy, And then again she will ask if the fair ladies of Paris are all more beautiful than she. Dorothy is admired and petted by everyone, and she would be perfectly happy if she were not obliged to put aside copper after copper so as to buy the freedom of her little sister; who has all of eleven years and who is already a woman, and so beautiful. She will succeed, no doubt, this good Dorothy; the childs master is so miserly, too miserly to understand any other beauty than that of go…
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…of beauty? O! no, piti- less enchantress ever victorious rival, leave me alone cease to tempt my passion and my pride! The study of the beautiful is a duel where the artist cries with fear even before he is conquered.
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XXIV. PLANS XXV. BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI…
1928 · PDF PAGE 92
…sses, that were greater than our thirst. I turned my looks to yours, dear love, to read my thought therein. I plunged into your eyes, so beautiful and so strangely sweet; into your green eyes, indwelt by caprice, and in- spired by the moon; when you said to me, Those people are unbearable, with their eyes staring out of their heads; could you not ask the proprietor to send them away? So difficult is it to understand each other, my dear angel, and so incommunicable is thought, even among people who love one an- other.
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… much has it been patiently and obstinately made il- lustrious by its wise and delicate flora. A true country of Cockaigne, where all is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward. Where luxury takes pleasure in admiring itself in the mirror of good order; where life is easy and may be softly breathed; from which disorder, turbulence, and the unforeseen are shut out; where happiness is wedded to silence; where the food itself is at once poetical, rich, and ex- citing; where everything resembles you, dear angel. You know the feverish malady which t…
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XXX BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY THE sun overwhelms the town with its di- rect and terrible light; the sand dazzles and the sea glitters; the tired world has given up its work and is taking its siesta; a siesta which is a kind of sweet-savoured death, where the sleeper, half awake, tastes the pleasures of his annihilation. Dorothy, however, as strong and as bright as the sun, walks in the deserted street; at this hour she is the sole living being under the mighty vault of blue; she makes a startling black blot upon the light. She moves forward, softly swa…
1928 · PDF PAGE 82
… of meditation all these wrong-headed persons who seek happiness in movement and in a prostitution which, if I were willing to speak the beautiful language of my epoch, I might call fraternitatal.
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… her beauty. At the hour when the very dogs groan with pain under the biting sun, what powerful mo- tive can have sent the idle Dorothy, beautiful and cold as bronze, upon her journeyings? Why has she left her coquettishly arranged little house, whose flowers and mats make so cheaply so perfect a boudoir; where she takes so much pleasure in combing her hair, in smoking, in fanning herself or in looking at herself in the mirror of her great feathered fans, while the sea, beating on the shore a hundred yards away, makes its powerful and
1928 · PDF PAGE 61
tries; this pang of curiosity; it is a land which resembles you, where all is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward; where Fancy has built and adorned a Western China; where life may be softly breathed, where happiness is wedded to silence. It is there that we much go and live, it is there that we must go and die. Yes, it is there that we must go and breathe, dream, make long the hours by rea- son of the infinity of sensations that they hold; a musician has written, Will you dance with me?; who will compose Will you come with me? That one…
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…were strutting majestically beneath the tights which they have washed on the previous evening for the grand occasion. The dancing girls, beautiful as fairies or princesses, leaped and skipped under the lanterns whose flame crowds their petti- coats with spangles. All was light, dust, cries, joy, tumult. One set was spending money, an- other making it; both equally happy. The chil- dren clung to their mothers skirts, begging for sugar-sticks, or climbing on to their fathers shoulders so as to get a better view of some juggler who seemed as daz…
1928 · PDF PAGE 75
…hat at the first sight I found a bizarre charm in her. To define this charm, I know nothing better to compare it to than to that of very beautiful women who, though in their decadence, no longer grow older, and
1928 · PDF PAGE 177
come to the city in order to gambol for an hour around a beautiful bitch, a little careless about her toilet, but proud and grateful. And they are all very exact, without pocket- books, notes, or portfolios. Do you know lazy Belgium, and have you admiredas I haveall those vigorous dogs that attach themselves to the butchers, bakers, or dairymans cart, and show by their triumphant barks the proud pleasure which they experience in rivalling horses? Here are two who belong to a yet more civi- lized order; let me introduce you to the acro- bat…
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beautiful, fresh-looking child, dressed in those country clothes which are so full of coquetry. Luxury, freedom from care, and the custom of seeing wealth on all sides of them, make these children so pretty that one might think them made of another clay than the children of the middle or the poorer class. Beside him lay in the grass a splendid toy, as fresh as its master; varnished, gilded, dressed in a purple robe and covered with plumes and beads; but the child was paying no attention to his chosen toy. And here is what he was looking at. On …
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are poor people who are able to send him nothing. That gave me confidence; after all, I am a beautiful woman, though not too young. I said to him, Come and see me; come and see me often, and do not worry yourself on my ac- count, I have no need of money. But you must understand that I made clear to him in a hun- dred different ways. I did not say it to him crudely; I was so afraid of shaming him; I should like him to come and see me with his case of instruments and his apron; even with a little blood on them. She said that frankly and sensib…