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…prodigious happiness, and, as I lay down to sleep, kneeling once more in prayer (a tag of imbecile custom!) I repeated, half asleep; Oh God. Oh Lord my God, do Thou grant that the devil keep his word to me!
…man; the well-earned consolation of one of these heavy, friendless days, conversa- tionless, joyless, bare of intimacy, these days which God let fall upon her since many days which God let fall upon her since many years may-be; three-hundred-and-sixty-five times in the year. And yet another. I can never prevent myself from casting a glance, if not wholly sympa- thetic, at least curious, upon the crowd of out- casts who press upon an enclosure of a public concert. Across the night the orchestra throws festival chants, chants of triumph or of ple…
… tle fire-coloured cloud that moves so softly, and He tooone would say that He was look- ing at us. But who then? asked the others. God, he replied, with an accent of perfect conviction. Ah, He is already very far awayin a moment you will not be able to see Him any more; I think He must be travelling, to visit every country.There, there! He is going to pass behind that row of trees that is almost on the horizon; and now He is going down behind the steeple. Ah, I cannot see Him any more. And the child remained for long turned in the sa…
… employ a word whose sense I have never understood. Your country? I do not know its latitude. Beauty? I would love it willingly, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate is as you hate God. Ah, what then do you love, strange man? I love the clouds . . . . the clouds that float . . . down there . . . the marvellous clouds.
… beloved mad girl had invited me to dinner, and through the open window of the dining-room I contemplated the moving archi- tecture that God has made of 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-belove…
…re 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 never pardon him the stupidity of his calculation. It is never excusable to be wicked, b…
…accursèd and belovèd, that I am crouched this moment at thy feet, seeking in all thy being the reflection of that fearful Divinity, that god-mother pro- phetic, that poisonous nurse of all the mad- men-of-the-moon.
…. This yearning has made all the saints and all the sinners; it severs man from his fellows, and sets his feet upon a lonely road, where God and Satan alone, no lesser souls, com- mune with it. This yearning is the mother of all artists; in Baudelaire it reaches its highest and most con- scious expression. It is for this reason that I tremble and weep, being as it were the bearer of his ashes into those smug lands where the noblest of al languages is prostituted to no other uses than those of gluttony, snobbery and greed. The condition of Engla…
…most always present in person, although invisible, at all academic gatherings. Encouraged by so much affability, I asked him for news of God, and if he had seen Him lately. He answered me with an indifference shaded by a certain sadness, We bow when we meet, but like two old noblemen whose in- nate politeness cannot altogether extinguish the memory of ancient ill-will. It is doubtful whether His Highness had ever before given so lengthy an audience to a mere mortal, and I feared to abuse his kindness. Fi- nally, as the shuddering dawn whitene…
Such are the domestic matters of these de- scendants of Adam and Eve; these works of Thine hands, O my God! This woman is incon- testably unhappy, although after all perhaps the titillating pleasures of glory are not un- known to her. There are more irremediable misfortunes; there are misfortunes that have no compensation. But in the world into which she has been thrown she had never been able to believe that women could ever deserve an- other fate. Now, between ourselves, my affected dar- ling; to see the hells with which the world is crowde…
…ging for sugar-sticks, or climbing on to their fathers shoulders so as to get a better view of some juggler who seemed as dazzling as a god, and everywhere, dominating every other scent, was wafted an odour of frying, which was as it were the incense of this holy festival. At the extreme end of the range of booths, as if, ashamed of himself, he had pronounced his own exile from all these splendours, I saw a poor mountebank, with bowed back, infirm,
…. The poor Fairies were extremely busy, for the crowd of clients was great, and their 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…
…ctim 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-hungered for ideal strength) en- gaged 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. Hap…
…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.
…se whom I have sung, strengthen me, sustain me, drive far from me falsehood and the corrupting vapours of the world, and Thou, O Lord my God, grant me Thy favour that I may make some good verses to prove to myself that I am not the meanest
…hings does not one find in a great city when one knows how to walk about and how to look! Life swarms with innocent monsters. Oh Lord my God, Thou Creator, Thou Master, Thou who hast made law and lib-
…. Finally the fourth said, You know that I hardly ever play in the house, they never take me to the theatre; my governor is too stingy. God takes no trouble over me and my weari- ness, and I have not a pretty nurse to cuddle me. It has often seemed to me that my pleas- ure would be in going always straight in front of me without knowing where, without any person troubling themselves about it, and see- ing always new countries. I am never comfort- able anywhere, and I always believe that I should be better anywhere else but where I am. Well, le…