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… is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward; where Fancy has built and adorned a Western China; where life may be softly breathed, where happiness is wedded to silence. It is there that we much go and live, it is there that we must go and die. Yes, it is there that 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 at…
1928 · PDF PAGE 167
Since you love rest so much while contem- plating movement, would you like to come and live in Holland, the land that brings happiness? Perhaps you would find amusement in that country, whose picture you have so often ad- mired in museums. What do you say to Rotter- dam, you who love forests of masts, and the ships moored alongside the houses? My soul remains dumb. Would Batavia smile on you perhaps more sweetly? There we should find the spirit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to …
1928 · PDF PAGE 109
… little by little, after I had left him, incurable mistrust entered again into my bosom; I no longer dared to believe in such prodigious happiness, and, as I lay down to sleep, kneeling once more in prayer (a tag of imbecile custom!) I repeated, half asleep; Oh God. Oh Lord my God, do Thou grant that the devil keep his word to me!
1928 · PDF PAGE 184
EPILOGUE In happiness of heart I mount these heights Where I can watch my city hour by hour; Her hells and hospitals and bawdy light, Where every evil opens like a flower. You know, o Satan, lord of my grief unsung, I go not down to weep against your power, But like an old tramp in rotting dung Rather would I get drunk with this great whore Whose rank infernal charm preserves me young. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in yo…
1928 · PDF PAGE 60
…or of good order; where life is easy and may be softly breathed; from which disorder, turbulence, and the unforeseen are shut out; where happiness is wedded to silence; where the food itself is at once poetical, rich, and ex- citing; where everything resembles you, dear angel. You know the feverish malady which takes possession of us in times of wretchedness and cold; this homesickness for unknown coun-
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
…g. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and happiness; but she makes one think more readily of the moon, which doubtless has marked her with its fearful influence. Not the white idyllic moon, which resembles a cold bride, but the sinister, intoxicating moon, hung from the height of a stormy night and jostled
1928 · PDF PAGE 104
…hough heavy atmosphere reigned, which made one forget almost in- stantly all the fastidious horrors of life. One breathed there a sombre happiness, somewhat like that which the lotus-eaters must experi- ence when, disembarking upon an enchanted isle, lighted by the gleam of eternal afternoon, they feel born in them to the soothing and me-
1928 · PDF PAGE 169
… 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 then not find it surprising that I was in a state of mind approximating to giddiness or stupor. It seemed to me, only, that I felt, cooped up at the bottom of my intellect, the obscure germ of an idea superior to all the motherly formulas whose dictionary …
1928 · PDF PAGE 82
…hamber, says another wise man, Pascal, I think; thus summoning back into the cell of meditation all these wrong-headed persons who seek happiness in movement and in a prostitution which, if I were willing to speak the beautiful language of my epoch, I might call fraternitatal.
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 38
…nspire who looks upon it with quite another sentiment than pity? In truth I sometimes feel that I should like to teach you what real un- happiness is like. To see you thus, my beauti- ful invalid, your feet in the mire and your eyes turned dimly towards heaven, as if you wanted
1928 · PDF PAGE 62
…y 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 sixty and one hundred thousand florins for whoever shall solve their ambitious problems; for me, I have found my black tulip and my blue dahlia. Incomparable flower, re-discovered tulip, al- legorical dahlia! It is there, is it not, in this lovely country, so calm and so dreamy, that we must grow, live, and flourish? Are not you frame…
1928 · PDF PAGE 178
… devoted slaves which the republican dictionary might 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 …
1928 · PDF PAGE 68
mine his fate and to become as well the source of his misfortune as of all his happiness. The poor Fairies were extremely busy, for the crowd of clients was great, and their mid- dle kingdom, placed as it was between man and God, is like us ruled by the terrible law of Time, and of its infinite posterity,days, hours, minutes, and seconds. In good sooth they were flurried as are min- isters on a reception day, or the assistants in the Government pawn-shop when a national festival allows redemptions without interest. I even believe that from tim…
1928 · PDF PAGE 146
…d paid them the arrears of their wages. As for me, replied the man who had inter- rupted, I have no one to complain of but my- self. Happiness came to live with me, and I did not realize it. Destiny had lately granted me the enjoyment of a woman who was indeed the sweetest, the most submissive and the most devoted creature possible, always ready, and without enthusiasm!I should like it very much, if it is agreeable to you, was her ordi-
1928 · PDF PAGE 45
…dle, fatigued because they have done nothing, waddle about pretending an indolent enjoyment of the music. Here is nothing but riches and happiness, nothing which does not breathe and inspire careless- ness and the pleasure which life takes in allow- ing itself to live. Nay, nothing, unless it be the aspect of this mob which leans down there upon the outer barrier, catching, without pay- ment, at the will of the wind, a shred of music, and gazing upon the sparkling throng within. It is always interesting, this reflection of the rich mans joy in…
1928 · PDF PAGE 115
… of their request; others dully shameless and misspelt, but all of the same purport, namely, to obtain from me a piece of the fatal, the happiness- conferring cord. Among the signatories there were, I must say, more women than men, but not all, you may believe it, belonged to the lowest class or even to the vulgar. I have kept these letters. And then, of a sudden, light broke in my brain; I understood why the mother was so anxious to take away the cord, and by what commerce she proposed to console herself.
1928 · PDF PAGE 84
… leaned out. At once he said to himself, My thought must indeed be a vagabond to go so far to look for what is so near me. Pleasure and happiness live in the first inn one comes to; in the chance inn; is not chance the great mother of pleasures? A big fire, gaudy porcelain, a passable supper, rough
1928 · PDF PAGE 145
…nger suffices unless it is sea- soned by perfume, adornment, and the rest. I will even admit that I sometimes aspire as if to an unknown happiness, to a certain fourth de- gree, whose stigma should be perfect calm; but, during my life, except at the age of Chérubin, I have been more sensitive than anyone else in the world to the enervating foolishness, the irritating mediocrity of women. What I love above all in animals is their frank- ness; judge them, what I must have suffered with my last mistress. She was a princes bastard. Beautiful, it …
1928 · PDF PAGE 53
…lling me as it did with enthusiasm, I felt myself at perfect peace with myself and with the Universe. I even believe that, in my perfect happiness and my total for- getfulness of all terrestrial evil, I had arrived at no longer thinking so ridiculous those newspa- pers which pretend that man is naturally good; when, immedicable matter renewing its impor- tunities, I thought I would repair the ravages of fatigue and quench the appetite caused by so lengthy an ascent. I pulled out of my pocket a big chunk of bread, a leathern cup and a flask cont…