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XXVI POOR FOLKS EYES AH, you would like to know why I hate you to-day; it would doubtless be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long days march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all …
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VII THE MADMAN AND VENUS WHAT an admirable day! The vast park swoons under the burning eye of the sun like youth under the dominion of love. The universal ecstasy of things expresses it- self by no noise; the very waters seem to sleep; how different from human festivals! Here it is an orgy of silence. One might say that an ever-increasing light makes things glitter more and more: that the excited flowers burn with desire to rival the skys blue by the vigour of their colour, and that the heat, making their perfumes visible, sends them up before…
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XXII THE TWILIGHT OF EVEN THE day falls; a great relief comes over the poor minds that are wearied with the days toil, and their thoughts now take on the tender and uncertain colours of the twilight. Nevertheless, from the level of the moun- tain to my balcony across the transparent clouds of even there comes a great howl, com- posed of many discordant cries, which space transforms into a mournful harmony like that of a rising tide or of a tempest which awakes. Who are these unfortunate ones to whom evening brings no calm, and who, like the ow…
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XVI THE CLOCK THE Chinese can tell the time by looking in the eyes of a cat. One day a missionary, while walking in the suburbs of Nankin, found that he had forgotten his watch, and asked a little boy what the time was. The gutter-snipe of the Flowery Kingdom hesitated at first, then, recollecting himself, he replied, I will find out for you. A minute later he reappeared, holding in his arms a fine big cat, and looking, as the saying is, in the white of its eyes, he unhesitatingly affirmed, It is just a little before noon. This turned out t…
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…ng, forerunner of profoundest pleasures, spoilt the most toothsome things for him. The second, a man of wounded ambition, became, as the day fell, more bitter, more gloomy, more teasing; indulgent and sociable enough all day, in the evening he was pitiless, and it was not only upon others, but upon him- self also, that his twilight mania was wont to wreak its rage. The first died insane, unable to recognize his wife and child; the second bears in himself the inquietude of everlasting little-ease, and though he were dowered with all the honours …
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…aid Nestor Roqueplan in an immortal pamphlet which he has doubtless forgotten and which I, and pos- sibly Sainte-Beuve still remember to-day. Where do dogs go? do you say, O men of little observation? They go about their busi- ness. A business appointment; a love appoint- ment. Across the fog, across the snow, across the mud, beneath the burning dog-star, be- neath the rustling rain, they go, they come, they trot, they pass under carriages; excited by fleas, passion, necessity or duty. Like our- selves they rise early, and seek their liveliho…
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…eir mid- dle kingdom, placed as it was between man and God, is like us ruled by the terrible law of Time, and of its infinite posterity,days, hours, minutes, and seconds. In good sooth they were flurried as are min- isters on a reception day, or the assistants in the Government pawn-shop when a national festival allows redemptions without interest. I even believe that from time to time they watched the hand of the clock with as much impatience as human judges who, in session since the morning, cannot prevent themselves from thinking of dinner,…
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… is very strong, she would say immediately; I suppose that you are an authority on strength; and she would argue the point. One fine day she took to chemistry, so that henceforth I found a mask of glass between my mouth and hers. With all that, she was very prudish; if at any time I shocked her by a too amorous gesture she writhed like a victim of rape. How did that finish? said one of the three others; I did not know you were so patient. For every evil, he replied, God has ap- pointed a remedy. One day I found this Mi- nerva (an-hu…
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…ats to ticket holders. XXIII. Santerres drums. XLVI. Yeats, etc. Baudelaire here alludes to some long since forgotten poetasters of his day. L. The incident of the Villa Hermosa seems to refer to some incidents in Baudelaires life.
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My profession of painter impels me to look attentively at every face which I see in the course of the day, and you know well what en- joyment we draw from this faculty which ren- ders life more living and significant to our eyes than it is for other men. In the retired district where I dwelt, and where broad brass-covered spaces still separate the buildings, I often saw a child whose eager and merry face attracted me at the first glance more than did that of anyone else. He had posed more than once for me, and I have turned him at one time into…
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…use at that hour when the advice of wisdom is no longer suffocated by the roar of the exterior world, he said to himself: I have had to-day in dream three dwelling-places, which have given me one as much pleasure as the other; why inflict the trouble of travelling upon my body since my soul does it so easily, and why carry out plans, since planning is itself a sufficient pleas- ure?
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…n, and strange as it may seem that ideas of patriotism and free- dom should possess themselves masterfully of the brain of an actor, one day Fanciullo joined a conspiracy which had been got up by some discontented noblemen. There are everywhere good people ready to denounce those atrabilious individuals who want to depose princes and reconstitute soci- ety without consulting it. The nobles in ques- tion were arrested, and with them Fanciullo; there was no doubt that one and all would be condemned to death. I would gladly believe that the Prince…
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…s, good luck, armouries of circumstance, were heaped up on one side of the Judges box like prizes upon the plat- form at a school feast day; but this case was different in this particular respect, that the gifts were not the reward of any effort, but quite on the contrary a favour accorded to him who had not yet lived, a favour able to deter-
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…ness, beauty, glory, all that which makes a man be- lieve in immortality. But this miraculous girl was too lovely to live long, and some days after I had become acquainted with her she died. It was I myself that buried her, one day when the Spring swung its thurible even within cemeteries. It was I that buried her, well shut up into a bier of perfumed wood, incorruptible as are the cof- fers of India. And as my eyes remained fastened on the place wherein was buried my treasure, I saw (on a sudden) a little person who resembled the dead woman st…
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…IN PRAISE OF GOOD DOGS I HAVE never blushed, even in the presence of the young writers of my age, for my admira- tion for Buffon. But to-day it is not the soul of this painter of the stately side of Nature that I wish to call to my aid. Much more readily would I address myself to Sterne, and say to him, Descend from Heaven or rise towards me from the Elysian Fields to inspire me with a song in favour of good dogs, of poor dogs, which shall be worthy of thee, sentimental jester, incomparable jester. Come back astride that famous ass which ever …
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…ll intensify my solitude and strengthen the barricades that separate me from the world. Horrible life; horrible town! Let us go over the days work. I saw several men of letters, one of whom asked me if it was possible to go to Russia by land. He doubtless thought Russia was an island. I disputed enthusiastically with the editor of a review who replied to every ob- jection: This is an honest newspaper; implying that all other newspapers were edited by scoundrels. I saluted a score of people, of whom I do not know fifteen. I scattered hand-
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…est of al languages is prostituted to no other uses than those of gluttony, snobbery and greed. The condition of England and America to- day makes it a profanation to translate Baude- laire; yet such is his virtue, and such the in- nate virtue of humanity, that if this volume only fall into the hands of the young, it may produce a crop of saints and artists even in those barren fields. ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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…retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, was probably able to supply the poor child with the rations …
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… the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the expiring glo- ries of the setting sun; the heavy curtains which some invisible hand draws from the depths of the East:these are but imitations of all the complex feelings which struggle within the heart of man in the solemn hours of his life. Or lone like liken thee unto one of those strange dresses that dan…
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perstition, and acknowledged to me that he had never had fear as to his own power but once; and that was one day when he had heard a preacher, more subtle than his col- leagues, bawl from the pulpit, Dearly beloved brethren let us never forget when we hear boasts of progress and light that the cleverest stratagem of the devil is to persuade us that he does not exist. His recollection of this famous orator natu- rally led us to the subject of Universities, and my strange companion assured me that he did not consider it beneath him in many case…