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… 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. At first they will not dare to accept; it will seem too good to be true; then their hands will fasten lively on the present, and they will dash off as cats do, who go far away to eat the morsel you have given them, having learned to distrust man. On a road, behind the pale of a large gar- den, at the end of which shone the whiteness of a pretty house bathi…
1928 · PDF PAGE 124
…ddened companions with so much energy and caprice as you when you wield your genius upon the hearts of your brothers! The staff is your will; straight, stiff, unshak- able. The flowers are the dance of your fancy around your will; it is the female element exe- cuting its spell-weaving around the male; straight line and arabesque line; intention and expression; rigidity of the will, sinuosity of the word; unity of end, variety of emotions. Om- nipotent and indivisible amalgam of genius, what analyst will find the hateful courage to dissect and …
1928 · PDF PAGE 28
…re as eas- ily as people generally say, Ten times running the experiment failed, but at the eleventh it succeeded much too well. Another will light a cigar close to a barrel of gunpowder in order to see, to know, to tempt Fate, to force himself to give proof of his en- ergy; to ape the gamester, to know the pleas- ures of anxiety; and this incited by caprice, by idleness, by nothing at all. This kind of energy springs from boredom and reverie, and those in whom it so obsti- nately appears are in general, as I have said, the most indolent and dr…
1928 · PDF PAGE 51
ing shadows, behind his torn curtain? In sooth I did not dare, and, though the reason for my timidity will make you laugh, I will avow it: I feared to humiliate him. At the end I brought my courage to the sticking point; I resolved, as I passed, to lay some money on one of the boards, hoping that he would divine my inten- tion, when a great eddy of people, caused by I know not what disturbance, bore me far away from him. And, on my homeward round, obsessed by this sight, I sought to analyse my sudden sad- ness; and I said to myself: I have just…
1928 · PDF PAGE 127
…our shoulders and bows you down to earth, you must intoxicate your- self without truce, but with what? With wine, poetry, or art?As you will; but intoxicate yourself. And if sometimes upon the steps of a pal- ace, or upon the green grass of a moat, or in the sad solitude of your own room, you awake, intoxication already diminished or disappeared, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that groans, of all that rolls, of all that sings, of all that speaks,ask what time is it? And the wind…
1928 · PDF PAGE 39
…accuracy to a young she-frog invok- ing the Ideal. 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 89
…yst with some young officer, who, on distant shores, has heard his comrades speak of the famous Dorothy; no doubt the simple-minded girl will beg him to describe the Opera ball to her, and ask him if one may go there bare-foot, as one may on the Sunday dances, when the old Kaffir women themselves get drunk and furious with joy, And then again she will ask if the fair ladies of Paris are all more beautiful than she. Dorothy is admired and petted by everyone, and she would be perfectly happy if she were not obliged to put aside copper after coppe…
1928 · PDF PAGE 61
…at we must go and breathe, dream, make long the hours by rea- son of the infinity of sensations that they hold; a musician has written, Will you dance with me?; who will compose Will you come with me? That one may offer it to the beloved one, the souls sister! Yes, it is in this atmosphere that life is gooddown there, where the slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike happiness with a deeper, a more meaning so- lemnity. Upon glittering panels or upon gilded leather, darkly rich, live pictures; pictures blesséd, calm and…
1928 · PDF PAGE 160
… 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 a doctor who is fond of his joke; I have known several like that; come along. I passionately love the mysterious, because I always hope to unravel it; so I let myself be carried off by this companion, or rather by this unhoped-for problem. I omi…
1928 · PDF PAGE 108
…l, am sometimesto employ one of your vulgar phrasesa devilish good fellow, to compensate you for the irremediable loss of your soul, I will give you the stake which you would have won had you been lucky, namely, the power to sustain and conquer during your whole life the strange malady called boredom, which is the source alike of all your diseases and of your wretched progress. Never shall you form a desire but I will help you to realize it; you shall reign over your vulgar fellows; at your service shall be all flatteries, even all ado- ratio…
1928 · PDF PAGE 167
…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 farther still, to the far end of the Baltic, still farther from life, if it is possible. Let us set up our camp at the Pole! There the sun strikes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and night suppresses variety and in- creases monotonythat better half of nothing. There we may take prolonged baths of shadow, while, to amuse us, the Aurora Borealis will send u…
1928 · PDF PAGE 159
…e 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 8
…WOMAN AND THE SPOILT DARLING XII. 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 77
So I replied with all my scorn: Be off with you; I am not the man to marry the mistress of certain persons whom I will not mention. Certainly, of so courageous a self-denial I had every right to be proud; but unfortunately I awoke, and all my strength deserted me. Indeed, said I to myself, I must have been very soundly asleep to show such scruples. Ah, if they could return now that I am awake I should not play the prude. And I called aloud upon them, beseeching them to pardon me; offering to give up my honour as often as must be to deserv…
1928 · PDF PAGE 134
… revolt, that Thessalian witches force by their strong spell to dance on the af- frighted grass. Beneath her narrow brow dwell tenacious will and lust of prey; and yet on this disquiet- ing countenance, where the mobile nostrils sniff up the unknown and the impossible, there breaks forth with ineffable grace the laughter of a great mouth red and white and delicious; as who should dream of the miracle of a su- perb flower blossoming on volcanic soil. There are women who fill one with desire to conquer them and to enjoy them, but she makes me wis…
1928 · PDF PAGE 102
…d 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
…eauty of well-ripened women, and Saint Mar- tins Summers. None of those who were present in the tav- ern of the Rue de la Villa-Hermosa will forget 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 poe…
1928 · PDF PAGE 143
…ce 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 166
… a hospital where every sick man is possessed with the desire to bear his suffer- ings in front of the stove, and another thinks that he will get better beside the window. 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 hav…
1928 · PDF PAGE 140
…t her cruelly how much of youth and freshness each minute and each kiss carry away. Verily, she is ugly! She is an ant, a spider, if you will; even a skeleton:but also she is a love-draught, a magistry, a sorcery! Take her all in all, she is exquisite. Time has not been able to destroy the sparkling rhythm of her walk, or the indestructible elegance of her ap- parel. Love has not altered the suavity of her childs breath; Time has torn no hair from her wild flowing mane, whence is exhaled in tawny perfume all the devil of South French vitality…