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…my beautiful, wild girl with the green eyes. And then, suddenly, I received a violent blow in the back, and I heard a raucous, charming voice, an hysterical voice, a 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?
…s which would overturn thrones if spirit could move matter, and if the eye of a mesmerist could ripen grapes. At the same time I heard a voice whispering in my ear; a voice I knew well. It was that of a good angel, or of a good daimon, who accom- panies me everywhere. Since Socrates had his daimon, why should I not have my good angel, and why should I not have the honour, like Socrates, of obtaining my certificate of insanity signed by the subtle Lélut and the well-advised Baillarger? There exists this difference between the daimon of Socrates …
…r of a muffled sym- phony. Then, under the sun which warmed his brain and in the atmosphere of the burning perfumes of death, he heard a voice whisper beneath the tomb where he was seated, and this voice said, Accursed be your targets and your guns, ye noisy folk that are alive, who care so little for the dead and their divine rest! Accursed be your ambitions, accursed be your calculations, impatient mortals, who come to study the art of slaying so close to the sanctu- ary of death! If you knew how easy the prize was to gain, how easy the mark…
…ious and loose; and her eyes, although heavily ringed, were full of the force of fascination. What struck me most was the mystery of her voice, at whose sound I recalled both the most delicious con- tralto singers, and also a little of that hoarse- ness which characterizes the throats of very old drunkards. Wilt though know my power? cried the false goddess with her charming and paradoxi- cal voice; Listen! and she put to her mouth a gigantic trumpet covered with ribands like the reed-pipe, on which were written the titles of all the newspa…
The most terrible sorrows are those which find no voice. As to the father, he contented him- self with saying, half stupidly, half dreamily, After all, it is perhaps for the best; he was sure to finish badly. However, the body was stretched on my di- van, and, with the aid of a servant I was busy- ing myself with the final preparations when the mother came into my studio. She wished, she said, to see the body of her son. I could not, of course, prevent her from intoxicating herself with her unhappiness; I could not refuse her this supreme, …
XLVII MISS BISTOURI AS I came to the end of the suburb under the gaslight I felt an arm slipped gently under mine, and heard a voice which said in my ear, Are you a doctor, Sir? I looked; it was a tall girl, strongly built, with wide-open eyes, slightly rouged, her hair floating in the wind with her bonnet strings. No, I am not a doctor, I am sure of it. Come home with me, you will be very pleased with me, I know. Doubtless I will come and see you, later on. Ah, ah, said she, still clinging to my arm and shaking with laughter, you are …
…women very serious and very sad too; but much more beautiful and better dressed than the people we see about, and they talk in a singing voice. They threaten each other, they beseech, they lament, they often put their hand to daggers that they have in their sashes; oh, but it is beautiful! The la- dies are much lovelier and taller than the ones that come to see us at home, and though they look terrible with their big hollow eyes and flaming cheeks, you cannot help loving them; you are afraid, you want to cry, and yet all the time you are happy.…
…lover that thou knowest not, mon- strous flowers and delirious perfumes, cats that swoon at music and groan as women do with harsh, soft voice. And thou shalt be loved of my lovers, courted by my courtiers. Thou shalt be the queen of those men whose eyes are green and whose throats I have clutched in my nocturnal caresses: of those who love the sea, the vast, tumultuous sea, the shapeless water that hath many shapes, the place where they are not, the women whom they know not; the sinister flowers that resemble the thuribles of an un- known rel…
…d 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 al- most clerical physiognomy, unhappily lighted by eyes of clear gray: eyes of that kind whose glance says, I will, or You must, or, I never forgive.
than that, you want to be dressed like them, and do and say the same things and speak with the same voice . . . One of the four children, who for some sec- onds past was no longer listening to his talk, but with a startling fixity had fastened his gaze upon I knew not what point of heaven, said suddenly, Look, look there; do you see Him? He is sitting on that little lonely cloud, that lit- tle fire-coloured cloud that moves so softly, and He tooone would say that He was look- ing at us. But who then? asked the others. God, he replied, w…
… crea- ture whose hollow, fierce, and as it were sup- plicating eyes, devoured the piece of bread, and I heard him sigh in a low, hoarse voice the word Cake. I could not prevent myself laugh- ing at the big name by which he dignified my plain bread, and I cut off a large slice for him and offered it to him. Slowly he came near, never letting his eyes leave the object which he coveted; then, snatching the piece with his
… beds for us all, it was decided that I should sleep in the same bed as my nurse. He drew his comrades nearer to him, and low- ered his voice. Oh, you do not know what a strange feeling it gives, not to be alone in bed, but with ones nurse in the shadows. As I was not asleep, I amused myself while she slept in passing my hand over her arms and her neck and her shoulders. Her arms and neck are ever so much fatter tan those of all other women, and her skin is so soft, so soft, that one would say it was letter paper, or silk paper. I had so muc…