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Wait a moment, said she; those are the house-surgeons, and in this packet are stu- dents. And she spread out like a fan a whole lot of photographs representing much younger faces. When we see each other next you will give me your portrait, wont you darling? But, said I to her, pursuing in my turn my own fixed idea, why do you think I am a doc- tor? Because you are so nice, and so kind to women. Singular logic, said I to myself. Oh, I am hardly ever deceived, I have known ever so many of them. I love doctors so much, that although…
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wine, and a great bed with linen, a little coarse, but clean; what better is there in the world? But returning alone to his house at that hour when the advice of wisdom is no longer suffocated by the roar of the exterior world, he said to himself: I have had to-day in dream three dwelling-places, which have given me one as much pleasure as the other; why inflict the trouble of travelling upon my body since my soul does it so easily, and why carry out plans, since planning is itself a sufficient pleas- ure?
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EPILOGUE Serene of heart I reached the mountain top and well From there could watch the city in her mag- nitude, Her brothels, pest-house, prison, purgatory, hell, Where like a flower flourishes all vicious brood. You well know, Satan, fount of soul- devouring harms, I went not there to shed vain tears in dolor- ous mood, But, like a shrewd old lecher in his womans arms, To drink deep of the lures of this lewd be- hemoth, Who keeps my youth aflame with necro- mantic charms. Whether past noon youre still in bed, asth- matic, wroth And torpid, …
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…she approached it, wooing it with baby-talk and pleasing faces. But the frightened baby struggled in the arms of the hag, and filled the house with its screams. Then the good old woman withdrew herself again into her eternal solitude, and wept in a corner, saying to her- self, Ah, for us unfortunate old women the age is past when we can please even the inno- cent, and we frighten the little children that we wish to love.
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…hem, having learned to distrust man. On a road, behind the pale of a large gar- den, at the end of which shone the whiteness of a pretty house bathing in the sun, was a
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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…
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…am with due worship. And, analysing the details of the engraving, he continued in himself, At the edge of the sea a beautiful pleasure-house of wood, sur-
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…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, and the operation completed, how proudly he would say, looking at his watch, Five minutes, gentlemen. Oh yes, I go everywhere. I know these gentlemen ve…
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slumbering spirit is cradled by hot-house feel- ings. Muslin weeps before the windows and the bed; it spreads itself in snowy waterfalls. Upon this bed is couched the Idol, the Queen of Dreams. But how is she here? Who has brought her here? What magic power has in- stalled he on this throne of reverie and of pleasure? What does it matter?There She is; I recognize Her. Look! See those eyes whose flame shoots across the twilight; those subtle and terrible Mirrors-of-Venus that I recognize by their terri- fying malice. They attract, they subjugat…
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…ve can have sent the idle Dorothy, beautiful and cold as bronze, upon her journeyings? Why has she left her coquettishly arranged little house, whose flowers and mats make so cheaply so perfect a boudoir; where she takes so much pleasure in combing her hair, in smoking, in fanning herself or in looking at herself in the mirror of her great feathered fans, while the sea, beating on the shore a hundred yards away, makes its powerful and
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…onception, like magnificent plate, like splendid gold-work, like a mosaic of jewels. All the treasures of the world flow to it as in the house of a man who has well toiled and has deserved well of the whole world. Strange country, superior to all others, as Art is to Na- ture, where nature is re-formed by dream, where she is corrected, beautified, re-moulded. Let them seek, let them still seek; let them ever push back the limits of their happiness, these alchemists of gardening; let them pro- pose their prizes of sixty and one hundred thousand …
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…r 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 smallest, they
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…nd 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, another from the third, and so on; some of them written in a half-jesting style as if seeking to disguise un- der the cloak of frivolity the sincerity of their request; others dully shameless and misspelt, but all of the same purport, namely, to obtain from me a piece of the fatal, the happiness- conferring cord. Among the signatori…
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…ing trees whose names I have forgotten; an intoxi- cating, indefinable perfume in the air; a power- ful scent of rose and of musk in the house, and further, behind our little estate, tall masts swinging on the swell; around us, at the end of the room lighted by a rosy light filtered by blinds, decorated with fresh mats and heady flowers, with seats here and there in Portu- guese rococo style of a heavy dark wood, where she would rest herself, so calm, so well at ease, smoking tobacco slightly flavoured with opium; beyond the compound, the noise…
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…nts. Then I went out, and my business kept me for a fairly long time abroad. What were not my horror and amazement when, returning to my house, the first object which caught my sight was my good little friend, my lifes merry companion, hanging from the panel of the wardrobe! He feet almost touched the floor; a chair which he had doubt- less kicked away was overturned beside him; his head was convulsively crooked over one shoulder; his blood-suffused face, and his eyes, wide open, with affrightening fixity, made me think at the first moment tha…
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… Divinity in clouds, and that he would find it often enough elsewhere. 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 b…
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…at of cleaning my brushes and running my errands. The little fel- low, once cleaned up, became charming, and the life which he led in my house seemed to him heaven compared to that which he had undergone in the paternal garret. But I must tell you that the little chap sometimes aston- ished me by strange attacks of precocious sad-