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…lf as he walked in a vast and lonely park, How beautiful she would be in a Court dress, complicated and luxurious in the lovely evening air, coming down the marble steps of a palace opposite the broad lawns and the fountains; for she has naturally the air of a princess. Passing by a little later in a city street, he stopped in front of a print-sellers shop, and finding a print representing a tropical land- scape, he said to himself, Ni, it is not in a pal- ace that I should like to possess her dear exis- tence; we should not be at home ther…
1928 · PDF PAGE 155
…un was wallowing at all its length upon a carpet of magnificent flowers nourished upon destruction. An immense rustle of life filled the air; the life of things infinitely small, which was interrupted at regular intervals by
1928 · PDF PAGE 20
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, …
1928 · PDF PAGE 152
…y of her husbands bad shooting, he turned sharply towards her and said, You see that doll down there on the right with its nose in the air and so haughty an expression? Well, my dear angel, I imagine to myself that it is you, and he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger. The doll was cleanly beheaded.
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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…
1928 · PDF PAGE 16
…oke in a chaos of mud and snow, crossed by a thousand carriages, spar- kling with joys and sweetmeats, swarming with greeds and with despairs; the official delirium of a great city in conspiracy to disturb the brain of even the strongest solitary. In the midst of this topsy-turvyness and hubbub an ass was trotting smartly, tormented by a knave with a whip. As the ass was about to turn the corner of a pavement, a fine gentleman gloved and groomed, in a glossy suit, uncomfortably fash- ionable, bowed ceremoniously before the hum- ble animal, and …
1928 · PDF PAGE 52
…eason of its immense depth, there passed sometimes the shadow of a cloud, as if it were the reflection of the cloak of some giant of the air that flew across the heaven, and I remember that this solemn and rare feeling, caused by a motion vast in its utmost silence, filled me with a joy which was not untinged
1928 · PDF PAGE 76
whose beauty has the penetrating magic of ru- ins. Her air was at once imperious 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 ri…
1928 · PDF PAGE 148
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…
1928 · PDF PAGE 88
gives it an air at once triumphant and idle. Heavy earrings tinkle secretly at her dainty ears. From time to time the sea-breeze lifts her floating skirt by the corner and shows her splendid shining leg, and her foot, like the feet of the marble goddesses that Europe puts into museums, makes a faithful print of its shape on the fine sand, for Dorothy is so prodigiously coquettish that the pleasure of being admired is more to her than the pride of the freed- woman; and although she is free, she walks bare-foot. Thus she moves on, a harmony; happ…
1928 · PDF PAGE 74
…ols which explain clearly enough the in- conveniences of your friendship. Keep your presents to yourself! The second Satan had not that air at the same time tragic and smiling, nor those in- sinuating manners, not that delicate and scented beauty. It was a hulk of a man, with coarse, eyeless face, whose heavy paunch hung over his thighs, and all whose skin was gilded and as if tattooed with the images of a crowd of little moving figures to represent the innumerable forms of universal wretchedness. There were little lank men who had hung themse…
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
…d carrying upon the other arm a little creature too weak to walk. He did a ser- vants office and took his children to taste the evening air. All were in rags. These three faces were strangely serious, and these six eyes looked fixedly upon the new café with equal admiration, but coloured 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; b…
1928 · PDF PAGE 170
tional need of the open air and of refreshment. As I was about to enter a cabaret, a beggar held out his hat to me with one of those unfor- gettable looks 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 obta…
1928 · PDF PAGE 84
rounded with all these strange and shining trees whose names I have forgotten; an intoxi- cating, indefinable perfume in the air; a power- ful scent of rose and of musk in the house, and further, behind our little estate, tall masts swinging on the swell; around us, at the end of the room lighted by a rosy light filtered by blinds, decorated with fresh mats and heady flowers, with seats here and there in Portu- guese rococo style of a heavy dark wood, where she would rest herself, so calm, so well at ease, smoking tobacco slightly flavoured wit…
1928 · PDF PAGE 120
… sort of stupefaction called up by what he still felt, and the rays of the setting sun, slipping through the red curls of his tan- gled hair, enkindled as it were a sulphurous aureole of passion. It was easy to guess that he would not waste his life looking for Divinity in clouds, and that he would find it often enough elsewhere. Finally the fourth said, You know that I hardly ever play in the house, they never take me to the theatre; my governor is too stingy. God takes no trouble over me and my weari- ness, and I have not a pretty nurse to c…