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wine, and a great bed with linen, a little coarse, but clean; what better is there in the world? But returning alone to his house at that hour when the advice of wisdom is no longer suffocated by the roar of the exterior world, he said to himself: I have had to-day in dream three 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?
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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!
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XVII A WORLD IN A MANE LET me breathe long, long, the scent of thine hair; let me plunge my whole face into it as a thirsty man does in the water of a spring; let me stir thy tresses with thy hand like 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 cli…
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munched, devoured, swallowed, but with the lightest and most careless air in the world. She retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commi…
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… of glory are not un- known to her. There are more irremediable misfortunes; there are misfortunes that have no compensation. But in the world into which she has been thrown she had never been able to believe that women could ever deserve an- other fate. Now, between ourselves, my affected dar- ling; to see the hells with which the world is crowded, what do you wish me to think of your pretty hell? You who rest only upon materials as soft as your own skin; eat nothing but well- cooked food, carefully carved by a clever ser- vant. And all thes…
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…tering like a beauti- ful conception, like magnificent plate, like splendid gold-work, like a mosaic of jewels. All the treasures of the world flow to it as in the house of a man who has well toiled and has deserved well of the whole world. Strange country, superior to all others, as Art is to Na- ture, where nature is re-formed by dream, where she is corrected, beautified, re-moulded. Let them seek, let them still seek; let them ever push back the limits of their happiness, these alchemists of gardening; let them pro- pose their prizes of sixt…
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…E MORNING XI. THE WILD 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
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… SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI XLVIII. Anywhere, ANYWHERE OUT OF THE World! XLIX. DEATH TO THE Poor! L. IN PRAISE OF GOOD DOGS EPILOGUE
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…t, without friends, with- out family, without children, degraded by his misery and by public ingratitude, into whose booth the forgetful world will no longer come.
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XLVIII ANYWHERE, ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD THIS life is 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 sa…
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…rown-ups it is an armistice concluded with the maleficent powers of life, a respite in the universal strife and struggle. The man of the world himself, and the man engaged in mental labour, escape with diffi- culty from the influence of this popular jubilee. They absorb, without wishing it, their part of this happy-go-lucky atmosphere. For myself, like a true Parisian, I never miss passing in re- view all the booths which flaunt upon these solemn occasions. They were in truth trying to outdo each other in hubbub; they chattered, bellowed,
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ing damp; one breathes here now the rancid air of desolation. In this world, so narrow, yet so filled with loathing, one single well-known object smiles on me,the phial of laudanum; and old and terrible mistress; like all mistresses, alas! fer- tile in caresses and in treacheries. Oh yes, Time has reappeared. Time lords it now, and with the ugly oldster has returned all his devilish rout of memories, regrets, spasms, fears, agonies, nightmares, rages, nerve- storms. I swear to you that the seconds now tick off like a mighty and a solemn bell, …
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XXX BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY THE sun overwhelms the town with its di- rect and terrible light; the sand dazzles and the sea glitters; the tired world has given up its work and is taking its siesta; a siesta which is a kind of sweet-savoured death, where the sleeper, half awake, tastes the pleasures of his annihilation. Dorothy, however, as strong and as bright as the sun, walks in the deserted street; at this hour she is the sole living being under the mighty vault of blue; she makes a startling black blot upon the light. She moves forward, softly swa…
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…the door. It seems to me that this turning of the key will intensify my solitude and strengthen the barricades that separate me from the world. Horrible life; horrible town! Let 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 pe…
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…ts poetry, all its good will, to every unexpected object, to the stranger who passes by. It is sometimes well to teach the happy of this world, were it only to humiliate for a mo- ment their foolish pride, that there are pleas- ures superior to theirs, pleasures more vast and more refined. Those who found colleges, who teach peoples, missionary priests exiled to the end of the earth, without doubt know something of these mysterious intoxications, and in the bosom of the vast family which their genius has made for themselves, they must sometimes…
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…t to her mouth a gigantic trumpet covered with ribands like the reed-pipe, on which were written the titles of all the newspapers in the world, and through this trumpet she cried my name, which thus rolled across space with the noise of a hundred thousand thunders, and came back to me on the echo of the most distant of the planets. The Devil! cried I, half conquered, there is a precious thing! But, in examining more closely the seductive Amazon, it seemed to me vaguely that I remembered having seen her drinking with some fools of my acquain…
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… furrows in the dust; the blotted or unfinished manuscript, the almanack where the pencil has marked the disastrous days. And this other-world perfume, in which, with a sensitiveness made perfect, I grew drunkalas! is replaced by the smell of stale tobacco mingled with I know not what sicken-
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…rue artist, he knew no enemy so dangerous as boredom, and the bizarre efforts that he made to flee from or to conquer that tyrant of the world would certainly have endowed him (on the page of a severe historian) with the epithet of monster; if in his dominions it had been permitted to write anything at all whose sole tendency was not towards pleasure, or towards wonder, which is one of the most delicate forms of pleasure. The great misfortune of this Prince was that he had never possessed a theatre vast enough for his genius. These are young Ne…
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… differently by age. The eyes of the father said: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; one would say that all the gold of the poor world has come to plaster itself upon these walls. The eyes of the little boy: How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is; but it is a house where people like us cannot enter. As to the eyes of the smallest, they
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… from seeing the tomb, lost as it is in a Paradise which excludes all idea either of death or of destruction. The entire audience, 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 roll…