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hunched up against the pedestal, lofts tear- filled eyes towards the pedestal, lifts tear-filled eyes towards the immortal goddess. And his eyes say: I am the least and the most solitary of men; deprived of love and friendship, and in that respect how far below the least of brutes! Yet I am made, I too, to understand and to feel beauty immortal. Ah, Goddess, have pity of my sadness, of my madness! But the implacable Venus looks afar off upon I know not what, with marble eyes.
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…oul 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 are unbearable, with their eyes staring out of their heads; could you not ask the…
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…r of his breath. Around his purple tonic was twisted as a belt a gleaming serpent, who, with raised head, turned languorously toward him eyes that were like glowing coals. From this living girdle were suspended alternatively phials full of deadly liquids, shining knives, and surgical instruments. In his right hand he held another phial, filled with a luminous red liquid, and which bore these strange words: Drink, this is my blood, the perfect cordial. In the left hand he bore a violin, which he used, no doubt, to sing his pleasures and his so…
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… 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 it is; but it is a house where people like us cannot enter. As to the eyes of the smal…
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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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… 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?
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…r- ists, to be mingled, as opportunity arose with snow-water. I was calmly cutting up my bread when a very slight noise made me raise my eyes. In front of me was a little ragged, tousled crea- ture whose hollow, fierce, and as it were sup- plicating eyes, devoured the piece of bread, and I heard him sigh in a low, hoarse voice the word Cake. I could not prevent myself laugh- ing at the big name by which he dignified my plain bread, and I cut off a large slice for him and offered it to him. Slowly he came near, never letting his eyes leave the…
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…We met a poor man who, trembling, held out to us his capI know nothing more disqui- eting than the dumb eloquence of these be- seeching eyes, which contain, for the sensitive man who understands how to read therein, both so much humility, and so much reproach. There is therein something approaching this depth of complex sentiment in the watery eyes of whipped dogs. My friends alms were much more consid- erable than my own, and I said to him, You are right; after the pleasure of being aston-
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…w- panes. Then she stretched herself upon thee with the supple tenderness of a mother, and laid her colours on thy face. From that thine eyes are turned green, and thy cheeks are marvellous pale. It is through looking at this celestial visitant that thine eyes are grown so strangely large, and she has so tenderly fas- tened on thy throat that thou hast therefore kept for ever the desire to weep. And yet in the overflowing of her joy the moon filled all the room like a phosphorescent atmosphere, like a luminous poison, and all this living light …
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XXXVIII WHICH IS THE TRUE ONE? I ONCE knew a girl called Benedicta, who filled the atmosphere with the ideal, whose eyes shed forth the desire of greatness, 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 I…
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…. This was said in a very serious voice by a man of easy and composed aspect, of an al- most clerical physiognomy, unhappily lighted by eyes of clear gray: eyes of that kind whose glance says, I will, or You must, or, I never forgive.
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…found paleness ceaselessly increased upon its ordinary pale- ness like snow falling upon snow. His lips tightened more and more, and his eyes flamed with an interior fire like that of jealousy and bitterness, even while he ostensibly applauded the talents of his old friend, the strange buf- foon who made such excellent fun of death. At a certain moment I saw His Highness lean back towards a little page-boy who was standing behind him and whisper in his ear. The merry countenance of the pretty child lit up with a smile; then he hurriedly left th…
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… remain for an in- stant clinging to the teeth of the savage brute. I mean of the woman. Come, a good whack to quiet her! for she darts eyes terrible with greed on the food that he has snatched away. Great God! the stick is not a fools bauble; did you not hear the flesh smack, despite the hide? And now too, her eyes jump out of her head; she howls more naturally than before. In her rage she sparkles all over, as when one beats hot iron.
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eyes, which became in a second as big as an orange; I broke one of my nails in breaking two of his teeth, and as I did not feel myself strong enough (for I was of a delicate constitu- tion, and had done very little boxing) to kill this old man quickly, I seized him by his coat- collar with one hand, and with other I caught his throat and began to knock his head vio- lently against a wall. I must confess that I had previously thrown a rapid glance around and made sure that in this deserted suburb I was for a sufficiently long time out of the ran…
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…nife; Oh Lord, have pity, have pity upon the mad men and women that we are! Oh Creator, is it possible that monsters should exist in the eyes of Him alone who knoweth why they exist, how they have made themselves, and how they would have made themselves, and could not?
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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…
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EPILOGUE With heart at peace I climbed the mountain trail Whence I could contemplate with quiet eyes The city: hospital, limbo, brothel, gaol, Where all iniquity opens flowerwise. O Satan, patron of my soul dismayed, You know I sought no refuge for vain sighs, But like an old pauper with his cinder-jade I coveted drunkenness from the mammoth trull Whose hell-born charms bring back my 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…
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… soil. There are women who fill one with desire to conquer them and to enjoy them, but she makes me wish to die by inches underneath her eyes.
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…pirit, some demon of unlucky accident, were to come and say to me, What are you looking at with such intensity? What do you seek in the eyes of this being? Do you see there the time? Ah, spend-thrift and do-nothing mortal! I should reply unhesitatingly yes, I see the time; it is eternity. Now, Madam, is not that a really meritori- ous madrigal, and as pompous as yourself? In good sooth, I have taken so much pleasure in embroidering this pretentious piece of gallantry that I shall ask you for nothing in return.
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I looked sharply into his eyes, and was as- tounded to see that they shone with the lustre of incontestable sincerity. Then I saw clearly how it was; he had wished to combine philan- thropy and business, to gain a florin and Gods heart; to acquire Heaven at a bargain-counter and the title of philanthropist free of charge. I could almost have pardoned him the criminal enjoyment of which I had just supposed him capable; I should have found it curious, singu- lar, that he should amuse himself by placing a poor man in a false position; but I will …