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…s family of eyes, but I felt a little ashamed of our bottles and glasses, 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,…
1928 · PDF PAGE 153
…rds his beloved, his deli- cious, his execrable wife, his inevitable and pitiless muse, he kissed her hand respectfully, and added, Ah, dear angel, how I thank you for my skill!
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XLVI A LOST HALO HULLO! are you here, my dear fellow? You, in a house of ill repute; you who dis- dained all drink but the Quintessance, all is matter for surprise in this. My dear boy, you know how horses and carriages frighten me; just now, as I was crossing the street in a great hurry, tip-toeing in the mud, across the moving chaos where Death arrives at a gallop from every side at once, my halo, in the course of a sharp move- ment, slipped from my hand into the mire of the street. I had not the courage to pick it up. I thought it less u…
1928 · PDF PAGE 161
…ars; and while offering me these good things, and herself lighting a cigar, the little buffoon said to me, Make yourself quite at home, dear boy; this will remind you of the hospital and the happy days of youth. Ah, where did you get this white hair? You were not like that when you were house-surgeon under L, not so long ago, either. I remem- ber that it was you who helped him in major operations.There, if you like, was a man who loved cutting, trimming and lopping! It was you who looked after his instruments, his thread and his sponges, an…
1928 · PDF PAGE 124
…eauty of the leaves and of the flowers? The thyrsus is a symbol of your astonishing duality, Franz Liszt, powerful and revered mas- ter, dear Bacchante of mysterious and pas- sionate beauty. Never did nymph, frenzied by unconquerable Bacchus, shake her thyrsus over the heads of her maddened companions with so much energy and caprice as you when you wield your genius upon the hearts of your brothers! The staff is your will; straight, stiff, unshak- able. The flowers are the dance of your fancy around your will; it is the female element exe- cut…
1928 · PDF PAGE 180
…oncubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth for me like wine Whether thou sleep in mornings sheets (dear witch!) Heavy, obscure, and chill; or preen thee, vain, In evenings veils, with gold embroidery rich.
1928 · PDF PAGE 154
…d 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?
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…; 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 takes possession of us in times of wretchedness and cold; this homesickness for unknown coun-
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XI THE WILD WOMAN AND THE SPOILT DARLING REALLY, my dear, you tire me without measure or pity! One would say, to hear you sigh, that you suffered more than sixty-year- old gleaners, or the old beggar women who pick up broken crusts at the doors of dirty inns. If at least your sighs expressed remorse, they would do you some honour; but they only interpret your satiety of well-being, and that you are overwhelmed with rest; and then, you go on for ever spreading yourself in vain words: Love me well; I have so much need of it; console me here, c…
1928 · PDF PAGE 152
…harply towards her and said, You see that doll down there on the right with its nose in the air and so haughty an expression? Well, my dear angel, I imagine to myself that it is you, and he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger. The doll was cleanly beheaded.
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
… 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- tence; we should not be at home there; be- sides, those walls are so cumbered with gold that there would be no place to hang her pic- ture. In those solemn galleries there would be no corner for intimacy; decidedly it is there, in that landscape, that one ought to dwell, to dream ones life-dream with due worship. And, analysing the details of the engraving, he continued in himself, At the edge of…
1928 · PDF PAGE 69
… poor little tradesman I think, rose, and catching her by her robe of many- coloured smoke the Fairy who was nearest to him, cried, Ah, dear Lady, you are forgetting us, there is still my little child; I should be sorry to have come here for nothing. The Fairy might have been embarrassed, for there remained no longer anything at all; how- ever; she remembered in time a law very well known, though rarely applied in the supernatu- ral world inhabited by these impalpable deities, friendly to man, and often constrained to yield to his passions, s…
1928 · PDF PAGE 115
and she wished to keep it as a relic at once horrible and dearand she took possession of the nail and the cord. At last, at last, all was over. There was nothing more to do but to go back to work even more eagerly than was my custom, so as to drive away, little by little, this tiny corpse which haunted the halls of my brain, and whose phantom with its great fixed eyes wore me out. But the next day I received a packet of letters, some from the tenants in my own house, some from next door; one from the first floor, another from the second, anoth…
1928 · PDF PAGE 147
…incomparable girl got married. Later, the fancy took me to see her again, and she said, presenting to me six fine children, Ah well, my dear, the wife is still as virgin as your mistress was. In her nothing had changed. Sometime I regret her; I ought to have married her. The others began to laugh, and the third said in his turn: Gentlemen, I have known enjoyments which you have possibly neglectedI mean the comic side of love; a side which does not ex- clude admiration. I admired my last mistress more than I think you hated or loved yours. …