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II THE DESPAIR OF THE OLD WOMAN THE little shrivelled-up old woman felt her- self happy again in looking on the pretty child, to whom everyone was paying court, whom everyone was trying to please; a pretty crea- ture, as fragile as the little old woman herself, and like her, too, without teeth or hair. And 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 wep…
1928 · PDF PAGE 67
…olemn session to distribute their gifts among all the new-born, children who had come into life in the last twenty-four hours. All these old-fashioned and capricious sis- ters of Fate, all these bizarre mothers of joy and sorrow, were of many different kinds; some had a gloomy and sombre expression, others, a mischievous and clever one; some were young, who had always been young; oth- ers old, who had always been old. Every father who believed in fairies had come, each one carrying his new-born child in his arms. Their gifts, aptitudes, good lu…
1928 · PDF PAGE 180
… monstrous rears its pros- pered head! Well knowst thou Satan (ease this woe of mine!) I went not thither useless tears to shed, But an old lecher withs old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm 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.
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CONTENTS I. THE STRANGER II. THE DESPAIR OF THE OLD WOMAN III. THE ARTISTS CONFESSION IV. A JESTER V. THE DOUBLE ROOM VI. EVERYONE HAS HIS CHIMERA VII. THE MADMAN AND THE VENUS VIII. THE DOG AND THE FLACK IX. THE BAD GLAZIER X. ONE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING XI. THE WILD WOMAN AND THE SPOILT DARLING XII. CROWDS XIII. WIDOWS XIV. THE OLD MOUNTEBANK XV. THE CAKE XVI. THE CLOCK XVII. A WORLD IN A MANE XVIII. WILL YOU COME WITH ME XIX. THE POOR MANS TOY XX. THE FAIRY GIFTS XXI. THE TEMPTATIONS: OR, LOVE RICHES AND GLORY XXII. THE TWILIGHT OF EVEN XXI…
1928 · PDF PAGE 51
…homeward round, obsessed by this sight, I sought to analyse my sudden sad- ness; and I said to myself: I have just seen the image of the old man of letters who has survived the generation which he so brilliantly amused; of the old poet, without friends, with- out family, without children, degraded by his misery and by public ingratitude, into whose booth the forgetful world will no longer come.
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… DARLING REALLY, my dear, you tire me without measure or pity! One would say, to hear you sigh, that you suffered more than sixty-year- old gleaners, or the old beggar women who pick up broken crusts at the doors of dirty inns. If at least your sighs expressed remorse, they would do you some honour; but they only interpret your satiety of well-being, and that you are overwhelmed with rest; and then, you go on for ever spreading yourself in vain words: Love me well; I have so much need of it; console me here, caress me there. Come, I will tr…
1928 · PDF PAGE 44
…ten to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless the little debauch of this innocent old woman, or shall I say of this puri- fied old woman; 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…
1928 · PDF PAGE 185
… 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 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
… 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, or quitting the dim haunt you inhabit, You prance in trailing veils of evenings gold-spun cloth,
1928 · PDF PAGE 154
… 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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… Where every evil opens like a flower. You know, o Satan, lord of my grief unsung, I go not down to weep against your power, But like an old tramp in rotting dung Rather would I get drunk with this great whore Whose rank infernal 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 72
…irst I took them to be indeed gods. The face of the first Satan was epicene, and he had also in every line of his body the soft- ness of old Bacchus. Lovely were his eyes, and languishing, of a shadowy and undecided col- our, resembling violets still wetted with the heavy tears of the storm, and his half-opened
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XIV THE OLD MOUNTEBANK EVERYWHERE spread and moved and frol- icked the holiday folk. It was one of those fes- tivals on which, since long, mountebanks, trick performers, menagerie proprietors, and ped- lars count to make up for the slack seasons of the year. On such days it seems to me that the peo- ple forgets everything, both sorrow and toil; it becomes as children are; for the children it is a holiday, for the frown-ups it is an armistice concluded with the maleficent powers of life, a respite in the universal strife and struggle. The man of…
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XVIII WILL YOU COME WITH ME? THERE is a superb country; a country of Cockaigne, they say, which I dream of visiting with an old friend. Singular country, drowned in the fogs of our northern marches, which one may call the east of the west, the China of Europe, so much does warm and capricious fancy there take the bit in its teeth; so much has it been patiently and obstinately made il- lustrious by its wise and delicate flora. A true country of Cockaigne, where all is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward. Where luxury takes pleasure in admiri…
1928 · PDF PAGE 155
…gh, the master of this inn must appreciate Horace and the poets of the school of Epicurus; per- haps even he knows the refinement of the old Egyptians, who held no festival without a skeleton or some other emblem of the short- ness of life. In he went, drank a glass of beer opposite the tombstones, and slowly smoked a cigar. Then the fancy took him to go into the ceme- tery whose grass was so tall and so inviting, and where so rich a sun held sway. In effect, the light and the heat were revel- ling there, and one would have said that the drunk…
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…the breast of its mount, and its fables head crowned the forehead of the man like one of those horrific helmets by which the warriors of old time hoped to add to the terror of the en- emy. I questioned one of these men, and asked him where they were going. He answered me that neither he nor the others knew anything of this, but that evidently they were going
1928 · PDF PAGE 144
…boudoir, that is to say, in the smoking-room of a fashionable gambling hell, four men were smoking and drinking. They were not precisely old or young, they bore that unmistakable distinction which belongs to the veterans of Marshal Joy, that indescribableI know not what to call itthat cold and banter- ing sadness which clearly says, We have lived strongly, and we seek something to admire and to respect. One of them turned the conversation to the subject of women. It would have been more philosophical not to speak of it at all, but many witt…
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…desolation. In this world, so narrow, yet so filled with loathing, one single well-known object smiles on me,the phial of laudanum; and old and terrible mistress; like all mistresses, alas! fer- tile in caresses and in treacheries. Oh yes, Time has reappeared. Time lords it now, and with the ugly oldster has returned all his devilish rout of memories, regrets, spasms, fears, agonies, nightmares, rages, nerve- storms. I swear to you that the seconds now tick off like a mighty and a solemn bell, and each one leaping from the clock cries: I am L…
1928 · PDF PAGE 131
…have re-constructed the story of this woman;or rather, her legend. And some- times I tell it to myself, and weep. If it had been a poor old man, I could have reconstructed his history just as easily. And I lie down to sleep, proud of having lived and suffered in others than myself. Perhaps you will say to me, Are you sure that your fairy tale is true?
1928 · PDF PAGE 174
…all, let this ass not forget to carry delicately between his lips his immor- tal macaroon. Back, O academic Muse! I have no use for you, old prude. I invoke the familiar Muse, the hackneyed Muse, the living Muse, to help me to sing of the good dogs, the poor dogs, the sorry dogs, the dogs that everyone kicks away as pestiferous and lousy, except the poor man