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Page 1 of 11928 · PDF PAGE 79
…im throw an excel- lent fowl at the waiters head because he thought he saw in it some insulting hiero- glyphhow should I say what? The evening, 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 recogni…
1928 · PDF PAGE 180
…arm 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 185
…youth [thats strayed. While you still sleep obscure and leaden dull, Clouted with morning, rheumy-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I love you, infamous Capital! To quean And highwayman, you tender ravishment Which lurks unknown to those of common men. PIERRE LOVING.
1928 · PDF PAGE 186
…her past noon youre still in bed, asth- matic, wroth And torpid, or quitting the dim haunt you inhabit, You prance in trailing veils of evenings gold-spun cloth,
1928 · PDF PAGE 184
…al charm preserves me young. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in your woe, Sad capital, whose whores and bandits pluck Joys that your blind philistines never know. RALPH CHEEVER DUNNING.
1928 · PDF PAGE 92
…ng less than a deep, dull joy. Our song-makers tell us that pleasure makes the soul kind, and softens the heart; the song was right that evening as far as I was concerned; not only was I made tender by this 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 a…
1928 · PDF PAGE 78
…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 owls, take the coming of the night for the sig- nal of their sabbath? This sinister ululation comes to us from the black asylum perched upon the mountain side, as I invoke the eve- ning, smoking and contemplating the repose of the great valley dotted with houses whose every window says Here now is peace; here is domestic joy. When the wind blows from above, there can…
1928 · PDF PAGE 128
…he sea whose shores scarce let them- selves be seen; a hundred times already it had plunged again sparkling or morose into its im- mense evening bath; for many days we were able to contemplate the other side of the fir- mament and decipher the celestial Alphabet of the Antipodes, and each of the passengers grumbled and scolded. One would have said that getting near to land increased their suffer- ing; When then, they cried, shall we cease to sleep a sleep that is shaken by the wave, disturbed by a wind that snores louder than we do? When sha…
1928 · PDF PAGE 90
…ne. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all men, it has been realized by none. In the evening you were a little tired, and wanted to sit down in front of a new café at the corner of a new boulevard; still full of rub- bish, and already proudly displaying its unfin- ished splendours. The café sparkled; the gas itself flamed with all the enthusiasm of a first night, and lighted up with all its power the walls blinding with whiteness, the glittering
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
…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- tence; we should not be at h…
1928 · PDF PAGE 150
… become for me a crushing nightmare; to con- quer or die, as the political phrase goes, was the alternative which Fate laid upon me. One evening in a wood by the shore of a mere, af- ter a melancholy walk where her eyes, hers, reflected the softness of heaven, and my heart, mine, shuddered like hell What! { How What do you mean? It was inevitable. My sense of justice is too strong to allow me to beat, insult or dismiss an irreproachable servant; but I had to reconcile this sentiment with the horror with which this being inspired me: t…
1928 · PDF PAGE 96
…relatively to our general confused idea of beauty; that would doubtless be a singular and altogether unexpected case. Fanciullo was that evening a perfect ideali- zation, which it was impossible not to suppose living, possible, real. The buffoon went and came, laughed and wept, gesticulated, with an indestructible aureole about his head, an aure- ole invisible for all except for myself, where mingled in a strange amalgam the rays of art with the halo of the martyr. Fanciullo, by I know not what particular grace, introduced the
1928 · PDF PAGE 49
…ut either forehead or cranium, like orang-outangs, 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
… boy, and carrying upon the other arm a little creature too weak to walk. He did a ser- vants office and took his children to taste the evening air. All were in rags. These three faces were strangely serious, and these 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 146
…d in a private interview with my servant, in a situation which compelled me to return discretely lest I should cause them to blush. That evening I discharged them both, and paid them the arrears of their wages. As for me, replied the man who had inter- rupted, I have no one to complain of but my- self. Happiness came to live with me, and I did not realize it. Destiny had lately granted me the enjoyment of a woman who was indeed the sweetest, the most submissive and the most devoted creature possible, always ready, and without enthusiasm!I…
1928 · PDF PAGE 97
…uffooneries. My pen trembles, and tears of an ever-present emotion rise to my eyes, while I seek to describe to you this un- forgettable evening. Fanciullo proved to me in a peremptory and irrefutable manner that the intoxication of art is apter than any other to veil the terrors of the abyss; that genius may play its part upon the edge of the tomb with a joy which prevents it from seeing the tomb, lost as it is in a Paradise which excludes all idea either of death or of destruction. The entire audience, right world-word and frivolous as it may…