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hand, re recoiled actively, as if he had feared that my offer was not made in earnest, or that I might already be repenting of it. But at the same instant he was overthrown by another little savage, risen from I know not where, and so exactly like the first that one might have taken him for his twin brother. They rolled together on the ground, disputing the precious prey, neither wishing to give up half to his brother. The first, exasperated, seized the second by the hair, but the other caught his ear with his teeth and spat out a bleeding mors…
1928 · PDF PAGE 153
Then, bending towards 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!
1928 · PDF PAGE 100
XXVIII BASE COINAGE AS we moved away from the tobacco shop my friend made a careful partition of his small change. In the left-hand pocket of his waist- coat he slipped small pieces of gold; in the right, silver coins; in the left-hand pocket of his breeches, a lot of coppers, and finally, in the right, a silver two-franc piece which he closely examined. Curious and careful disposition, said I to myself. 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,…
1928 · PDF PAGE 101
…life of this poor devil, perhaps even of discovering the divers conse- quences, unfortunate or otherwise, which a bad coin in a beggars hand may produce. Might it not multiply itself into genuine pieces? Might it not, on the other hand, bring him to gaol?An inn-keeper, or a baker for example, might perhaps have him arrested as a coiner, or utterer. Equally well the bad coin might pos- sibly be in his poor little speculations the germ of several days wealth, and so my fancy went journeying, lending wings to the spirit of my friend, and drawin…
1928 · PDF PAGE 73
…om 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 sorrows, and to spread the contagion of his folly on the nights of the Witches Sabbath. From his delicate ankles dragged some rings of a broken chain of gold and when the cons…
1928 · PDF PAGE 46
…startling a stain? But my curiosity leading me to pass close to her, I thought that I could guess the reason. The tall widow held by the hand a child, clothed like herself in black. However moderate might be the charge of admission, it might perhaps be sufficient to pay for one of the ne- cessities of that tiny being, or better still, a su- perfluity, perhaps a toy. And no doubt she went home on foot ever meditating, ever dreaming, alone, always alone; for a child is troublesome, selfish, with- out sweetness or patience; and could not even, as …
1928 · PDF PAGE 152
… time. To kill that monster is surely the most ordinary and le- gitimate occupation of all of us, is it not? And he offered politely his hand to his be- loved, delicious, execrable wife, to the myste- rious woman to whom he owes so many pleas- ures, so many sorrows, and perhaps also a great part of his genius. Several balls struck far from the bulls-eye; one of them even buried itself in the ceiling. And as the charming creature laughed wildly, in mockery of her husbands bad shooting, he turned sharply towards her and said, You see that doll…
1928 · PDF PAGE 158
… 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 unpleasant to lose my decora- tions than to break my bones. And then I said to myselfEvery cloud has a silver lining; I shall now be able to walk about incognito; to do degrading things, give myself up to vice like mere mortals.And here I am, just like your- self, as you see. You might at least have offered a reward …
1928 · PDF PAGE 58
…cent of thine hair; let me plunge my whole face into it as a thirsty man does in the water of a spring; let me stir thy tresses with thy hand like a per- fumed kerchief to wave memories in the air! If thou couldst know all that I see, all that I feel, all that I hear in thy hair! my soul goes journeying upon the wings of perfume like that of other men upon the wings of music. Thy hair contains a world of dream, full of sails and masts; it holds great seas whose winds bear me to charming climates, where space is bluer and deeper, where the atmos…
1928 · PDF PAGE 32
… 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-
1928 · PDF PAGE 117
…han the people we see about, and they talk in a singing voice. They threaten each other, they beseech, they lament, they often put their hand to daggers that they have in their sashes; oh, but it is beautiful! The la- dies are much lovelier and taller than the ones that come to see us at home, and though they look terrible with their big hollow eyes and flaming cheeks, you cannot help loving them; you are afraid, you want to cry, and yet all the time you are happy. . . . And then, funnier
1928 · PDF PAGE 80
…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 dancing girls wear, where a dark transparent gauze lets glimmer the slain splendours of a shining skirt, as through a black present pierces the delicious past, and the vacillating stars…
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… hag- gle over its sorrow; Wealth weeps, regardless of expense. Which is the sadder and more saddening widow? She who drags, holding his hand, a brat with whom she cannot share her reverie, or she who is quite alone? I do not know. . . . Once upon a time it happened to me that I fol- lowed during long hours a mournful old woman of this type; stiff, straight, under a little word- out shawl; she bore herself in all her being with stoical pride. She was evidently condemned by absolute solitude to the habits of a celibate of long standing, and the …
1928 · PDF PAGE 50
…e crowds and the lights, whose moving flood stopped a few paces from his repulsive wretchedness. I felt my throat caught by the terrible hand of hys- teria, and it seemed to me that my gaze was dimmed by these rebellious tearswhich would not fall. What could I do? What good would it be to ask of that unfortunate one what curiosity what wonder he had to show within his stink-
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
…ny. Directly before us on the pavement stood fixed a fine fellow of forty years old, with tired face and beard gone grey, holding by one hand a little 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 68
…overnment 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, of their families, and of their comfortable slippers. If in supernatural justice there is a little hastiness and luck, let us not be surprised that it should sometimes be the same with human justice, for in that case we ourselves should be unjust judges. Thus some blun…
1928 · PDF PAGE 112
…e repugnance to let him fall roughly to the ground. I was obliged to hold him up entirely with one arm, and to cut the cord with my free hand; but when that was done, all was not done; the little monster had employed a very thin string, which had cut deeply into his flesh, and now in order to free
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…monster is one of those animals which one generally calls My angel; that is to say, a woman. The other monster, he who, a stick in his hand, cries loud enough to break your head in, is a husband. He has put his lawful wife in irons like a wild animal, and he is showing her in the suburbs;on fair days, needless to say, with a licence from the magistrate. Pay close attention. See with what voracity (perhaps genuine) she tears to pieces the liv- ing rabbits and the cackling fowls which her keeper throws her. Come, says he; one must not eat …
1928 · PDF PAGE 171
…s 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 range of any policemen. Having finally, by a kick in the back hard enough to break his shoulders, knocked down this feeble sexagenarian, I took a big tree branch…
1928 · PDF PAGE 119
…t gives, not to be alone in bed, but with ones nurse in the shadows. As I was not asleep, I amused myself while she slept in passing my hand over her arms and her neck and her shoulders. Her arms and neck are ever so much fatter tan those of all other women, and her skin is so soft, so soft, that one would say it was letter paper, or silk paper. I had so much pleasure in this that I should have gone on for quite a long time if I had not been afraid, afraid of her waking up, and afraid too of I do not know what. Afterwards I pushed my head amon…