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…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; when you said to me, Those people are unbearable, with their eyes staring out of their heads; could you not ask the proprietor to send them away? So difficult is it to understand each other, my dear angel, and so incommunicable is thought, even among people who…
1928 · PDF PAGE 159
…fectly at ease here; you are the only person that has recognized me; moreover, dignity bores me, and besides that, I 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 46
… she remain willingly in a set of surroundings where she makes so startling a stain? But my curiosity leading me to pass close to her, I thought that I could guess the reason. The tall widow held by the hand a child, clothed like herself in black. However moderate might be the charge of admission, it might perhaps be sufficient to pay for one of the ne- cessities of that tiny being, or better still, a su- perfluity, perhaps a toy. And no doubt she went home on foot ever meditating, ever dreaming, alone, always alone; for a child is troublesome,…
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
…him. How long it is since she disappeared. She is beautiful, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and happiness; but she makes one think more readily of the moon, which doubtless has marked her with its fearful influence. Not the …
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 128
…disturbed by a wind that snores louder than we do? When shall we be able to digest our din- ners in a motionless armchair? Some of them thought of their fire-side, re- gretted their faithless and sullen wives, their squalling offspring. They were all so obsessed by the image of the absent land that I think they would have eaten grass more enthusiasti- cally than do cattle. At last we sighted the
1928 · PDF PAGE 158
…, 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 unpleasant to lose my decora- tions than to break my bones. And then I said to myselfEvery cloud has a silver lining; I shall now be able to walk about incognito; to do degrading things, give myself up to vice like mere mortals.And here I am, just like your- self, as you see. You might at least have offered a reward for your halo, or reported its loss at the Police- station!
1928 · PDF PAGE 32
…t us go over the days work. I saw several men of letters, one of whom asked me if it was possible to go to Russia by land. He doubtless thought Russia was an island. I disputed enthusiastically with the editor of a review who replied to every ob- jection: This is an honest newspaper; implying that all other newspapers were edited by scoundrels. I saluted a score of people, of whom I do not know fifteen. I scattered hand-
1928 · PDF PAGE 5
…n poison because he recog- nized the banality of food; of experimenting with death because he had tried life, and found it fail him. The thought of Baudelaire has thus been universally recognized as highly unsuitable for the suburbs, as incompatible with any view of life which advocates spiritual complacency, mental and physical contentment. His writings are indeed the deadliest poison for the idle, the optimistic, the overfed: they must fill every really human spirit with that intense and insuf- ferable yearning which drives it forth into the
1928 · PDF PAGE 79
…d politeness and ill-treated the first-comer as a savage does. I have seen him throw an excel- lent fowl at the waiters head because he thought he saw in it some insulting hiero- glyphhow should I say what? The evening, forerunner of profoundest pleasures, spoilt the most toothsome things for him. The second, a man of wounded ambition, became, as the day fell, more bitter, more gloomy, more teasing; indulgent and sociable enough all day, in the evening he was pitiless, and it was not only upon others, but upon him- self also, that his twiligh…
1928 · PDF PAGE 178
…f only the republic who, too much occupied with the happiness of men, had time to think of the honour of dogs. And how many times have I thought that there was perhaps somewherewho knows af- ter all?to recompense so much courage, so much patience, so much toil, a special Paradise for the good dogs, the poor dogs, the sorry and unfriendly dogs. Does not Swedenborg say that there is one for Turks and another for Dutchmen? The shepherds of Virgil and Theocritus ex- pected as the prize of their successive songs a good cheese, a flute by the best …
1928 · PDF PAGE 97
…ence, right world-word and frivolous as it may have been, soon surren- dered itself to the all-powerful domination of the artist. Nobody thought any more of death, of mourning, of execution. Each one aban- doned himself without anxiety to the wave upon wave of pleasure which the sight of a liv- ing masterpiece of art always gives. Outbursts of joy and admiration shook and shook again the roof of the building like the rolling of con- tinuous thunder. The Prince himself, carried away, mingled his applause with that of his Court. Yet, for a far-se…
1928 · PDF PAGE 84
…, where, from a window made cheerful by curtains of many-coloured calico, two laughing heads leaned out. At once he said to himself, My thought must indeed be a vagabond to go so far to look for what is so near me. Pleasure and happiness live in the first inn one comes to; in the chance inn; is not chance the great mother of pleasures? A big fire, gaudy porcelain, a passable supper, rough
1928 · PDF PAGE 113
…e and professional habit to frighten at any cost the innocent as the guilty. There remained one supreme task to ac- complish, whose mere thought caused me dreadful anguish; I must inform his parents. My feet refused to take to their door. At last I summoned up sufficient courage, but, to my great astonishment, the mother showed no emotion; not one tear oozed from the corner of her eye. I attributed this strangeness to the horror itself which she must be suffering; and I remembered the well-known apophthegm,
1928 · PDF PAGE 53
with fear. In short, thoughts of the beauty with which I was surrounded filling me as it did with enthusiasm, I felt myself at perfect peace with myself and with the Universe. I even believe that, in my perfect happiness and my total for- getfulness of all terrestrial evil, I had arrived at no longer thinking so ridiculous those newspa- pers which pretend that man is naturally good; when, immedicable matter renewing its impor- tunities, I thought I would repair the ravages of fatigue and quench the appetite caused by so lengthy an ascent. I pul…