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…spotic than any of his peers. A passionate lover of the fine arts, and more- over an excellent connoisseur, he was truly in- satiable of pleasure. Indifferent enough where men and morals were concerned, himself a true artist, he knew no enemy so dangerous as boredom, and the bizarre efforts that he made to flee from or to conquer that tyrant of the world would certainly have endowed him (on the page of a severe historian) with the epithet of monster; if in his dominions it had been permitted to write anything at all whose sole tendency was not …
1928 · PDF PAGE 143
…slender shapes of the ships with their complicated rigging on which the swell imprints its harmonious oscillations, serve to banquet the pleasure of rhythm and beauty in the soul. And above all, there is a sort of mysterious and aristocratic pleasure for him who has no longer either curiosity or am- bition to lie upon the terrace or to lean upon the quay and watch in contemplative mood the movements of those who come and go, of those who have still the force to will, the desire to travel or to acquire riches.
1928 · PDF PAGE 125
ing songs of delight or of sorrow ineffable, or confiding to paper your abstruse meditations, bard of eternal pleasure and eternal anguish, philosopher, poet and artist, I hail thee, Im- mortal!
1928 · PDF PAGE 88
… that Europe puts into museums, makes a faithful print of its shape on the fine sand, for Dorothy is so prodigiously coquettish that the pleasure of being admired is more to her than the pride of the freed- woman; and although she is free, she walks bare-foot. Thus she moves on, a harmony; happy in living, smiling an ivory smile as if she beheld afar off in space a mirror reflecting her move- ment and her beauty. At the hour when the very dogs groan with pain under the biting sun, what powerful mo- tive can have sent the idle Dorothy, beautiful…
1928 · PDF PAGE 159
… am gladdened by the thought that some bad poet will pick it up and impudently crown himself therewith. To make anyone happy there is a pleasure for you! And above all, a person at whom I can laugh. Think of Yeats, or Noyes, or MasefieldJove! that would be funny!
1928 · PDF PAGE 142
… comes in and looks at himself in the glass. Why do you look at yourself in the mirror, since you cannot see yourself there but with displeasure? Sir Ugly answers me, Sir, ac- cording to the immortal principles of the year 89, all men have equal rights; ergo, I possess the right of looking at myself,whether with pleasure or chagrin is no ones business but my own. In the name of good sense, I was doubtless right; but from a legal standpoint he was cer- tainly not wrong.
1928 · PDF PAGE 39
…l. If you despise King Log (as I am at present, you know well) beware of King Stork, who will crunch you and swallow you and kill at his pleasure! Poet as I am, I am not the dupe that you would like to think; and if you weary me too often with your affected complainings I will treat you like a wild woman of the woods or throw you out of the window like an empty bottle.
1928 · PDF PAGE 85
…y 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?
1928 · PDF PAGE 57
…t 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.
1928 · PDF PAGE 92
were too fascinated to express anything less than a deep, dull joy. Our song-makers tell us that pleasure makes the soul 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;…
1928 · PDF PAGE 17
…n a bath of laziness, rendered aromatic by regret and by desire. It is something like twilight; somewhat blue, somewhat rosy. A dream of pleasure at the hour of the eclipse! The articles of furniture have long, low, lan- guid shapes; one would say that they dream; they seem endowed, as vegetables and miner- als are, with a somnambulistic life. The cover- ings speak with the same silent language as flowers, skies, and sunsets. On the walls no artistic abomination; as compared with pure dream, unanalysed im- pression, definite and positive art is…
1928 · PDF PAGE 100
…he 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-
1928 · PDF PAGE 13
…At the same time these thoughts, whether they arise from myself or dart forth from things external, soon become too intense. En- ergy in pleasure creates uneasiness and posi- tive suffering. My nerves, too highly strung, no
1928 · PDF PAGE 60
…us by its wise and delicate flora. A true country of Cockaigne, where all is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward. Where luxury takes pleasure in admiring itself in the mirror of good order; where life is easy and may be softly breathed; from which disorder, turbulence, and the unforeseen are shut out; where happiness is wedded to silence; where the food itself is at once poetical, rich, and ex- citing; where everything resembles you, dear angel. You know the feverish malady which takes possession of us in times of wretchedness and cold; thi…
1928 · PDF PAGE 81
…- gerous for the idle and dispersed soul, which peoples it with its passions and chimeras. It is certain that a wind-bag whose su- preme pleasure consists in speaking from a platform or a rostrum would run serious trou- ble of becoming a furious madman on Robin- son Crusoes island. I do not demand from my journalist the heroic virtues of that adventure, but I do ask that he should not pass sentence upon those who love solitude and mystery. In our chattering race there are individuals who would accept with less repugnance the last penalty of th…
1928 · PDF PAGE 40
…is solitude is equally ignorant of the art of being alone in a crowd. The poet enjoys this incomparable privilege, that he can be at his pleasure himself or an- other. Like those wandering souls which seek for an embodiment, he enters where he will into the personality of each. For him alone all houses are to let: and if certain places seem to be closed to him it is because in his eyes they are not worth the trouble of being visited. The solitary and pensive stroller draws a singular intoxication from this universal com-
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
… life-dream 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-
1928 · PDF PAGE 18
…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 subjugate, they devour the glance of the rash man who contemplates them. I have studied them often, those black stars which compel curiosity and admiration. To what benevolent demon…
1928 · PDF PAGE 101
…from every possible hypothesis. But he brusquely broke into my reverie, repeating my own words, Yes, you are right; there is no sweeter pleasure than that of sur- prising a man by giving him more than he ex- pects.
1928 · PDF PAGE 163
…deceived, I have known ever so many of them. I love doctors so much, that although I am not ill I sometimes go and see them just for the pleasure of seeing them. Some of them say coldly to me, There is nothing the matter with you, but there are others who understand me because I make eyes at them. And when they fail to understand you? Why, as I bother them uselessly, I leave ten francs upon the mantelpiece. They are so kind and so gentle, these men. I discovered at La Pitié a little house-surgeon who is as pretty as an angel, and oh, so p…