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…rks amid the murmur 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,…
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
XXIV. PLANS XXV. BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY XXVI. POOR FOLKS EYES XXVII. AN HEROIC DEATH XXVIII. BASE COINAGE XXIX. THE GENEROUS GAMESTER XXX. THE ROPE XXXI. THE JOYS OF THE SOUL XXXII. THE THYRSUS XXXIII. INTOXICATE YOURSELF! XXXIV. ALREADY! XXXV. WINDOWS XXXVI. THE DESIRE OF PAINTING XXXVII. THE MOONS GIFTS XXXVIII. WHISH IS THE TRUE ONE? XXXIX. THOROUGHBRED XL. THE MIRROR XLI. THE HARBOUR XLII. PORTRAITS OF MISTRESSES XLIII. THE POLITE GUNNER XLIV. THE SOUP AND CLOUDS XLV. THE CEMETERY AND THE SHOOTING GALLERY XLVI. A LOST HALO XLVII. MISS BISTOURI…
1928 · PDF PAGE 93
XXVII AN HEROIC DEATH FANCIULLO was an admirable buffoon, and, what was more, on terms of something like friendship with the Prince. But for people who are devoted by profession to comedy serious affairs have a fatal attraction, and strange as it may seem that ideas of patriotism and free- dom should possess themselves masterfully of the brain of an actor, one day Fanciullo joined a conspiracy which had been got up by some discontented noblemen. There are everywhere good people ready to denounce those atrabilious individuals who want to depose …
1928 · PDF PAGE 97
…on the edge of the tomb with a joy which prevents it 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 an…
1928 · PDF PAGE 87
…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 swaying her deli- cate torso on her broad hips; her robe of cling- ing silk, bright rose in colour, …
1928 · PDF PAGE 158
…and carriages frighten me; just now, as I was crossing the street in a great hurry, tip-toeing in the mud, across the moving chaos where Death arrives at a gallop from every side at once, 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…
1928 · PDF PAGE 169
XLIX DEATH TO THE POOR! FOR a fortnight I had shut myself up in my room, and had surrounded myself with the books that were fashionable at that timeI speak of sixteen or seventeen years ago; I mean the books in which is discussed the art of making everyone happy, wise, and rich, in twenty-four hours. I had then digested swallowed, I suppose I should sayall the lu- cubrations of all these happiness-furnishers, both those who advise the poor to make them- selves slaves, and those who persuade them that they are all dethroned monarchs. You will…
1928 · PDF PAGE 5
…e the mistakeif it be, after all, a mis- take!of feeding on 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…
1928 · PDF PAGE 129
…hat hath ever lived, that lives, that ever shall live. As I bade farewell to this incomparable beauty I felt myself smitten down even to death, and therefore whenever one of my companions cried At last! I was only able to cry Already!
1928 · PDF PAGE 63
…ms bear it away from possibility. Each man carries in himself his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed. From birth to death, how many hours can we count that are filled by positive enjoyment, by successful and decisive action? Shall we ever live, shall we ever pass into this picture which my soul has painted, this picture which resem- bles you? These treasures, this furniture, this luxury, this order, these perfumes, these miraculous flowers, they are you. Still you, these mighty rivers and these calm canals! These enormous s…
1928 · PDF PAGE 80
…he fire-work of the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the expiring glo- ries of the setting sun; the heavy curtains which some invisible hand draws from the depths of the East:these are but imitations of all the complex feelings which struggle within the heart of man in the solemn hours of his life. Or lone like liken thee unto one of those strange d…
1928 · PDF PAGE 95
…re deeply into the depths of this curious sick soul, it seemed infinitely more probable that the his- trionic talents of a man doomed to death; he wished to profit by his opportunity to make a physiological experiment of capital interest, and to discover to what point the habitual tal- ents of an artist might be altered or modified by the extraordinary situation in which he found himself. But beyond that, was there in his soul a more or less well defined intention of clemency? That is a point which has never been cleared up. At last, the great …
1928 · PDF PAGE 98
…y and bitterness, even while he ostensibly applauded the talents of his old friend, the strange buf- foon who made such excellent fun of death. At a certain moment I saw His Highness lean back towards a little page-boy who was standing behind him and whisper in his ear. The merry countenance of the pretty child lit up with a smile; then he hurriedly left the royal box as if to execute an urgent commission. Some minutes later a sharp and prolonged hiss interrupted Fanciullo in one of his best moments, tearing asunder at one and the same moment e…
1928 · PDF PAGE 167
… point of ener- vation that you 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,…
1928 · PDF PAGE 114
… Her despair had doubtless, it seemed to me, so disturbed her brain that it had begotten a ten- derness for the instrument of her sons death,