FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
33 matching pages
Page 1 of 21928 · PDF PAGE 174
…ne, and say to him, Descend from Heaven or rise towards me from the Elysian Fields to inspire me with a song in favour of good dogs, of poor dogs, which shall be worthy of thee, sentimental jester, incomparable jester. Come back astride that famous ass which ever accompanies thee in the memory of posterity, and above 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 sin…
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
XXIV. PLANS XXV. BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI…
1928 · PDF PAGE 178
dened their stomachs with a tasty and solid soup? And will you not forgive a little sensual- ity in these poor devils who must all day con- front the intelligence of the public and the in- justice of a manager who keeps the fat part for himself, and who eats more soup than four comedians? How many times have I contemplated with a smile on my lips and tenderness in my heart all these four-legged philosophers, complai- sant, submissive or devoted slaves which the republican dictionary might equally well call worthies, if only the republic who, …
1928 · PDF PAGE 131
… black or shin- ing cavity life lives, life dreams, life suffers. Beyond the waves of roof I see a woman, middle-aged, already wrinkled, poor, always bending over something, who never goes out. With her face, her clothing, her gesture, almost nothing, I 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 64
XIX THE POOR MANS TOY I SHOULD like to tell you of an innocent amusement. There are so few amusements that are not guilty ones! When you go out in the morning with the intention of lounging in the streets, fill your pockets with halfpenny toys, such as the flat Punch, moved by a single thread; blacksmiths beating the anvil; the horseman and his steed whose tail is a whistle. And, as you walk by the inns below the trees, make presents of them to poor stranger children that you may meet. You will see their eyes grow great out of all knowl- edge.…
1928 · PDF PAGE 169
XLIX DEATH TO THE POOR! FOR a fortnight I had shut myself up in my room, and had surrounded myself with the books that were fashionable at that timeI speak of sixteen or seventeen years ago; I mean the books in which is discussed the art of making everyone happy, wise, and rich, in twenty-four hours. I had then digested swallowed, I suppose I should sayall the lu- cubrations of all these happiness-furnishers, both those who advise the poor to make them- selves slaves, and those who persuade them that they are all dethroned monarchs. You will…
1928 · PDF PAGE 30
…glasses?Rose glasses, red glasses, blue glasses, magic glasses, glasses of Paradise! You impudent fellow; you dare to walk about in the poor quarters of the town, and you have not even glasses which make life look beautiful! And I pushed him vigorously towards the staircase, where he stumbled and swore. I went to the balcony and seized a little flower-pot; and when the man reappeared in the doorway I let fall my engine of war on the back edge of his shoulder straps, and the shock overthrowing him, he broke beneath his back all his poor walkin…
1928 · PDF PAGE 43
…nrewarded, of cold and hunger humbly and silently endured. Have you sometimes noticed widows upon these solitary benches? Widows who are poor; whether or no they be in mourning, it is easy to recognize them. Besides, there is always in the mourning of poor persons something lack- ing; an absence of harmony which makes it more heartbreaking. Poverty is obliged to 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 rever…
1928 · PDF PAGE 101
…suddenly entered; that such conduct on the part of my friend was only excusable by the desire of cre- ating an event in the 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 speculat…
1928 · PDF PAGE 175
…. Away to the kennel with all these weari- some parasites. Let them return to their silken and padded kennels. I sing the sorry dog, the poor dog, the homeless dog, the wandering dog, the mountebank dog, the dog whose in- stinct, like that of the poor man, the Bohemian and the actor, is marvellously sharpened by Necessity, that best of mothers, true patron saint of intelligence! I sing the dogs of calamity, whether it be those who wander solitary in the winding ra- vines of great cities or those who say to the hopeless man with blinking, soulfu…
1928 · PDF PAGE 8
…I. 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 XXIII. SOLITUDE
1928 · PDF PAGE 26
…ome and smell this delicious scent; it is by the best perfumer in town. And the dog, wag- ging his tail, which is, I suppose, for these poor creatures the sign which corresponds to smiles and laughter, comes near and with great curi- osity rests his nose upon the unstoppered flask; then, suddenly recoiling in fright, he barks at me reproachfully. Ah, wretched dog, if I had offered you a parcel of ordure you would have sniffed it with delight and very likely eaten it up! Unworthy companion of this sad life of mine, how you re- semble the public…
1928 · PDF PAGE 102
…njoyment 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, but there is some merit in knowing that one is so; and the most irreparable vice is to do evil by stupidity.
1928 · PDF PAGE 179
…t with what petulance the painter gave up his waistcoat to the poet, so well did he under- stand what a fine thing it was to sing of the poor dogs. Just so did a magnificent Italian tyrant in the Good Age offer to the divine Aretino either a dagger crusted with precious stones or a mantle fit to wear at Court in exchange for a well-wrought sonnet or a curious satiric poem. And every time that the poet puts on the painters waistcoat, it makes him think of the good dogs, the philosophic dogs, the Summers of Saint Martin and the beauty of well-ri…
1928 · PDF PAGE 166
…I should always be well wherever I am not; and this question of re- moval is one which I ceaselessly discuss with my soul. Say, my soul,poor deluded soul, what do you think of going and living in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and you would become as lively as a lizard. It is on the waterside; they say that it is built of marble, and that the peo- ple have such a hatred of vegetation that they pluck up all the trees.Ah! there is a land- scape to your liking; a landscape made with light and mineral, and a liquid mirror to reflect them! My soul…
1928 · PDF PAGE 100
…d 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, which contain, for the sensitive man who understands how to read therein, both so much humility, and so much reproach. There is therein something approaching this depth of complex sentiment in the watery eyes of whipped dogs. My friends alms were much more consid- erable than m…
1928 · PDF PAGE 78
XXII THE TWILIGHT OF EVEN THE day falls; a great relief comes over the poor minds that are wearied with the days toil, and their thoughts now take on the tender and uncertain colours of the twilight. Nevertheless, from the level of the moun- tain to my balcony across the transparent clouds of even there comes a great howl, com- posed of many discordant cries, which space transforms into a mournful harmony like that of a rising tide or of a tempest which awakes. Who are these unfortunate ones to whom evening brings no calm, and who, like the ow…
1928 · PDF PAGE 90
XXVI POOR FOLKS EYES AH, you would like to know why I hate you to-day; it would doubtless be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long days march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all …
1928 · PDF PAGE 148
…provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, was probably able to supply the poor child with the rations of several soldiers,or so at least I suppose. I, said the fourth, have endured atrocious suffering from the contrary quality to that with which the female egoist is generally re- proached. I find you ungracious, Oh too fortu- nate mortals, in complaining of the imperfec- tions of your mistresses. This was said in a very serious voice by a man of easy and composed aspect, of an…
1928 · PDF PAGE 50
…chedness dressed, to crown its horror, in comic rags, where necessity, far more than art, had introduced the contrast. He did not laugh, poor wretch! He neither leapt nor danced, nor gesticulated nor cried. He sang no song, either merry or sad; he made no supplication. He was dumb and motionless. He had given up the game; he had abdicated: his fate was come upon him. But what a gaze (how profound, how unfor- gettable!) he cast upon the crowds and the lights, whose moving flood stopped a few paces from his repulsive wretchedness. I felt my throa…