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Page 1 of 11928 · PDF PAGE 174
L IN PRAISE OF GOOD DOGS I HAVE never blushed, even in the presence of the young writers of my age, for my admira- tion for Buffon. But to-day it is not the soul of this painter of the stately side of Nature that I wish to call to my aid. Much more readily would I address myself to Sterne, and say to him, Descend from Heaven or rise towards me from the Elysian Fields to inspire me with a song in favour of good dogs, of poor dogs, which shall be worthy of thee, sentimental jester, incomparable jester. Come back astride that famous ass which eve…
1928 · PDF PAGE 178
… equally well call worthies, if only the republic who, too much occupied with the happiness of men, had time to think of the honour of dogs. And how many times have I thought that there was perhaps somewherewho knows af- ter all?to recompense so much courage, so much patience, so much toil, a special Paradise for the good dogs, the poor dogs, the sorry and unfriendly dogs. Does not Swedenborg say that there is one for Turks and another for Dutchmen? The shepherds of Virgil and Theocritus ex- pected as the prize of their successive songs a g…
1928 · PDF PAGE 179
…h 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 poet puts on the painters waistcoat, it makes him think of the good dogs, the philosophic dogs, the Summers of Saint Martin and the beauty of well-ripened…
1928 · PDF PAGE 176
me with you, and from our two miseries we may perhaps make a kind of happiness. What becomes of dogs? once said Nestor Roqueplan in an immortal pamphlet which he has doubtless forgotten and which I, and pos- sibly Sainte-Beuve still remember to-day. Where do dogs go? do you say, O men of little observation? They go about their busi- ness. A business appointment; a love appoint- ment. Across the fog, across the snow, across the mud, beneath the burning dog-star, be- neath the rustling rain, they go, they come, they trot, they pass under car…
1928 · PDF PAGE 9
…ALLERY 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
1928 · PDF PAGE 100
…uch humility, and so much reproach. There is therein something approaching this depth of complex sentiment in the watery eyes of whipped dogs. My friends alms were much more consid- erable than my own, and I said to him, You are right; after the pleasure of being aston-
1928 · PDF PAGE 88
…, smiling an ivory smile as if she beheld afar off in space a mirror reflecting her move- ment and her beauty. At the hour when the very dogs groan with pain under the biting sun, what powerful mo- tive can have sent the idle Dorothy, beautiful and cold as bronze, upon her journeyings? Why has she left her coquettishly arranged little house, whose flowers and mats make so cheaply so perfect a boudoir; where she takes so much pleasure in combing her hair, in smoking, in fanning herself or in looking at herself in the mirror of her great feathere…
1928 · PDF PAGE 175
… the Bohemian and the actor, is marvellously sharpened by Necessity, that best of mothers, true patron saint of intelligence! I sing the dogs of calamity, whether it be those who wander solitary in the winding ra- vines of great cities or those who say to the hopeless man with blinking, soulful eyes, Take
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
surfaces of the mirrors, the gold of the rods and the cornices; the plump-cheeked pages dragged along by leashed dogs, the ladies laughing at the falcon perched upon their wrists, nymphs and goddesses carrying fruits, pastry and game on their heads, Hebes and Ganymedes offering with outstretched arms a little vase of soothing drinks, or the two- coloured pyramid of mixed ices, all history and all mythology dragged into the service of glut- tony. Directly before us on the pavement stood fixed a fine fellow of forty years old, with tired face and…
1928 · PDF PAGE 177
…all very exact, without pocket- books, notes, or portfolios. Do you know lazy Belgium, and have you admiredas I haveall those vigorous dogs that attach themselves to the butchers, bakers, or dairymans cart, and show by their triumphant barks the proud pleasure which they experience in rivalling horses? Here are two who belong to a yet more civi- lized order; let me introduce you to the acro- bats room in his absence. A bed of painted wood without curtains; bed-clothes dragging on the floor and full of bugs; two straw chairs, a cast-iron s…