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…It seems to me that 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 r…
1928 · PDF PAGE 63
…re yourself, to speak as the mystics do, in your own correspondence? Dreams, always dreams! and the more am- bitious and delicate is the soul, the more its dreams bear it away from possibility. Each man carries in himself his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed. From birth to death, how many hours can we count that are filled by positive enjoyment, by successful and decisive action? Shall we ever live, shall we ever pass into this picture which my soul has painted, this picture which resem- bles you? These treasures, this fu…
1928 · PDF PAGE 167
…often ad- mired in museums. What do you say to Rotter- dam, you who love forests of masts, and the ships moored alongside the houses? My soul remains dumb. Would Batavia smile on you perhaps more sweetly? There we should find the spirit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to such a point of ener- vation that you take pleasure only in your un- happiness? If so, let us away to those coun- tries that are the emblem of death. I have it, poor soul, we will pack for Tornéo. Let us go farth…
1928 · PDF PAGE 168
Then at last my soul broke forth, and wisely did she cry, No matter where, no matter where, so long as it is out of the world!
1928 · PDF PAGE 143
XLI THE HARBOUR A HARBOUR is a charming resting-place for a soul weary of the struggles of life. The ampli- tude of the sky, the mobile architecture of the clouds, the changing hues of the sea, the spar- kling of the lighthouses, are a prism, marvel- lously fitted to amuse the eyes without ever tiring them. The 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 aristocr…
1928 · PDF PAGE 52
…elling. The landscape which spread around me was irresistibly great and noble. Something of it doubtless passed at that moment within my soul. My thoughts flitted with a lightness like that of the atmosphere; vulgar passions, such as hate and profane love, seemed to me as far away as the clouds which defiled at the bottom of the abyss under my feet. My soul seemed to me as vast and as pure as the cupula of the sky which covered me. The memory of earthly things reached my heart weakened and diminished, like the sound of the bells of the unseen c…
1928 · PDF PAGE 95
…o find therein unexpected pleasures. But with those who like myself were able to pierce more deeply into the depths of this curious sick soul, it seemed infinitely more probable that the his- trionic talents of a man doomed to death; he wished to profit by his opportunity to make a physiological experiment of capital interest, and to discover to what point the habitual tal- ents of an artist might be altered or modified by the extraordinary situation in which he found himself. But beyond that, was there in his soul a more or less well defined i…
1928 · PDF PAGE 105
…t super-human pleasure, had in- terrupted at different intervals our frequent li- bations, and I must tell you that I played and lost my soul in a rubber with heroic careless- ness and lightness. The soul is so impalpable a thing, so often useless, and sometimes so troublesome, that at this loss I experienced lit-
1928 · PDF PAGE 162
… I was sure of it. See, there is Z, the man who said to his students in speaking of X, This monster who bears the blackness of his soul upon his face just because he did not agree with him. How one laughed at that in the Medical School long ago!You will remem- ber? Ah, there is K, who denounced to the Government the rebels who were in his care at the hospital. It was when the riots were on. How is it possible that so handsome a man should have had so mean a soul? And here now is W, a famous English doctor. I picked him up while he w…
1928 · PDF PAGE 85
…hree 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 165
…n who dost allow, Thou the Judge who dost pardon, Thou who art full of Motives and of Causes, Thou who hast (it may be) placed within my soul the love of hor- ror in order to turn my heart to Thee, like the cure which follows the knife; Oh Lord, have pity, have pity upon the mad men and women that we are! Oh Creator, is it possible that monsters should exist in the eyes of Him alone who knoweth why they exist, how they have made themselves, and how they would have made themselves, and could not?
1928 · PDF PAGE 55
…n crumbs like the grains of sand with which it was mingled. This sight hard darkened the landscape for me, and the calm joy, in which my soul danced before it saw these miniatures of men, had vanished utterly. On that account I remained sad for a long while, saying to myself over and over again, There is then a sublime country where bread is called cake, and is so rare a delicacy that it may beget war between broth- ers.
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…ROTHY 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 XLVIII. Anywhere, ANYWHERE O…
1928 · PDF PAGE 185
…I could contemplate with quiet eyes The city: hospital, limbo, brothel, 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 186
…ude, 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, or quitting the dim haunt you inhabit, You prance in trailing veils of evenings gold-spun cloth,
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
…BLE ROOM A ROOM which resembles a reverie; a truly spiritual room, where the hushed atmosphere is faintly tinged with rose and blue. The soul takes therein 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 languag…
1928 · PDF PAGE 36
…f half-pence in the middle of a festival. Let us consider carefully, I beg you, this solid cage of iron. Within it, howling like a lost soul, shaking the bars like an orang-outang made furious by captivity, imitatingand how perfectly!now the tigers circular leaps, now
1928 · PDF PAGE 81
…ust inflames itself miraculously in solitudes; but it is just possible that this solitude is only dan- 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 o…
1928 · PDF PAGE 58
…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- phere is scented with fruit, with leaves, and with the skin of man. In the ocean of thy man I see a harbour, bust as an ant-heap with melancholy …