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… merrily along, with a light-hearted song in its nucleolus, no less than a Bacillus. “And the elephant died. He was only seventeen years old.” VI. “A brief consultation ; and the Srotapatti was reincarnated as a parrot. For the parrot, said the wicked Jehjaour, may live 500 years and never feel it. “So a grey wonder of wings flitted into the jungle. So joy ous a bird, thought the God, could not but be influenced by the ordinary passions and y ield to such majesty as his own. “But one day there came into the jungle a strange wild figure. He was …
1929 · PDF PAGE 12
"I am not really the master," said the old man, cordially, "for our host is a Chinese God, as it appears. I am merely a student of Chinese Philosophy." [20]
1905 · PDF PAGE 111
…e not dead !—rise up and say “TI feigned, I lay Thus so you kissed me”—O Eurydice, Be good to me! There is not one sweet sigh of all the old sighs— Open your eyes! Not one warm breath of the young breast: no sleep Could be so deep. The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Open your eyes ! Lift the blue eyelids under the deep lashes Till one light flashes! Wake with one supreme sigh like the old sighs! Open your eyes! I cannot leave you so, Eurydice. Come back to me! Just in the triumph, in love’s utmost hour, Life’s queenliest flower— All shatte…
1929 · PDF PAGE 183
…in this country." Iliel was half hypnotized by the reiteration of that negation, and that final phrase. She began to play a game. "Well, Old Lady, I've something round, and something red, and something ripe to make your fire with. I'll give it to you if you can guess what it is." The Old Lady shook her head. "There's nothing round, and there's nothing red, and nothing ripe — in this country." "Well, I'll tell you: it's an apple. If you want it, you may have it." "We never want anything — in this country." "Well, I'll go on." "There's no going o…
1928 · PDF PAGE 51
…homeward round, obsessed by this sight, I sought to analyse my sudden sad- ness; and I said to myself: I have just seen the image of the old man of letters who has survived the generation which he so brilliantly amused; of the old poet, 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.
1909 · PDF PAGE 123
… a fiacre, they jumped in and clattered down towards the Seine. Roderic sat well back in the carriage, a little lost in thought. But the old man sat upright, and peered eagerly about him. Once he stopped the cab suddenly at a house with a low railing in front of it, well set back from the street, jumped out, examined it minutely, and then, with a sigh and a shake of the head, came back, a little wearier, a little older. They crossed the Seine, rattled up the Rue Bonaparte, and stopped at the door of Roderic’s studio. II LA RUE DES QUATRE VENTS …
1909 · PDF PAGE 123
… a fiacre, they jumped in and clattered down towards the Seine. Roderic sat well back in the carriage, a little lost in thought. But the old man sat upright, and peered eagerly about him. Once he stopped the cab suddenly at a house with a low railing in front of it, well set back from the street, jumped out, examined it minutely, and then, with a sigh and a shake of the head, came back, a little wearier, a little older. They crossed the Seine, rattled up the Rue Bonaparte, and stopped at the door of Roderic’s studio. II LA RUE DES QUATRE VENTS …
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
T was a windy night, that memorable seventh night of December, when this philosophy was born in me. How the grave old Professor wondered at my ravings ! I had called at his house, for he was a valued friend of mine, and I felt strange thoughts and emotions shake within me. Ah ! how I raved ! I called to him to trample me, he would not. We passed together into the stormy night. I was on horseback, how I galloped round him in my phrenzy, till he became the prey of a real physical fear ! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words ! And the p…
1904 · PDF PAGE 129
…When Celia rots, each poxy hole Will serve : she hath an hundred twats. Come finger, tongue, and fucking pole When Celia rots. Here, the old ulcers ! Happy spots ! Hail, pustules ! Hail, oh central goal Wherein some sucking devil squats Now surely as ever ! Broke the bowl. Loosed the old cord yet hope unblots The record. God may fuck her soul When Celia rots. [131]
1904 · PDF PAGE 57
a Teacup, my blessed little bag-of-tricks, was ever on the qui vive for a punks cuntlet, and a good old go at Cully-shangy. But now He broke off and shed a silent tear. Reaching for a honey-pot, by which I here mean an actual jar of real china con- taining the saccharine produce of the really truly bee, he dipped his nervous nilnisitando into the glucose mass, and withdrawing, leant back and wearily chewed ginseng, while he cooled his throat with a strong infusion of Cantharides in old brandy. I am not what I was, he grumbled. These tales of…
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice From s…
1913 · PDF PAGE 81
If only the Archbishop of Canterbury were to go naked in the streets and beg his bread! The new Christ, like the old, is the friend of publicans and sinners; because his nature is ascetic.
1910 · PDF PAGE 341
…dinary, commonplace woman’s heart. Commonplace! Ah! nothing is so mysterious as the common- place, for it is only Subtlety sleeping and holding its hands a little while. A country clod is more interesting than the most awake and magnetic of geniuses, even as the veiled and cloistered odours of Spring with which one knows the earth is tingling in Winter are more delirious and exciting than the naked bosoms of May. “Will you believe me, that, by I know not what exquisite contradiction, the sweetest kiss was ever a pang to her, and yielding was on…
1910 · PDF PAGE 341
…dinary, commonplace woman’s heart. Commonplace! Ah! nothing is so mysterious as the common- place, for it is only Subtlety sleeping and holding its hands a little while. A country clod is more interesting than the most awake and magnetic of geniuses, even as the veiled and cloistered odours of Spring with which one knows the earth is tingling in Winter are more delirious and exciting than the naked bosoms of May. “Will you believe me, that, by I know not what exquisite contradiction, the sweetest kiss was ever a pang to her, and yielding was on…
1912 · PDF PAGE 110
…bit. Come along, Fielding, eh? [He leads FIELDING to the consulting-mom, while MRS. BOB goes aut L.] Dr. F. This is an exceptional case, old man. I do hope you won‘t frighten her. Dr. B. Great God! always the same old story. They never come to me until the rest of you have finished them, and then it’s my candid opinion you want. Then you get it, by Heaven ! and instead of blaming yourselves, or the patient, or the disease, you blame me. \Vhy don’t you give me a chance? Why don’t you bring them while there 2'5 hope? You all look upon me as the un…
1912 · PDF PAGE 110
…bit. Come along, Fielding, eh? [He leads FIELDING to the consulting-mom, while MRS. BOB goes aut L.] Dr. F. This is an exceptional case, old man. I do hope you won‘t frighten her. Dr. B. Great God! always the same old story. They never come to me until the rest of you have finished them, and then it’s my candid opinion you want. Then you get it, by Heaven ! and instead of blaming yourselves, or the patient, or the disease, you blame me. \Vhy don’t you give me a chance? Why don’t you bring them while there 2'5 hope? You all look upon me as the un…
1904 · PDF PAGE 86
… sick and collapsed, and took ten minutes to get well again. Why, I could have gone on all night without those silly intervals ! And the old fool says it tires him and he cant dig today because his back aches, so hes gone fishing. Fishing ! Ill fish him when he comes home. I believe hes gone to see that lioness he was so fond of in the old days. She was rude enough to both of us yesterday though-so are all the beasts since we ate that apple Lord God made all the fuss about. The serpents as much a gentleman as ever, of course. He was at the…
1909 · PDF PAGE 122
…s ago.” Roderic stared in surprise. How should any one—such a man, of all men—remember his daub, a thing himself had long forgotten? The oldster read his thought. “There was one corner of that picture which interested me deeply, deeply,” he said. “TI called to see you; you had gone—none knew where. I am indeed glad to have met you at last. Perhaps you would be good enough to show me your pictures —you have other pictures of Paris? I am interested in Paris—in Paris itself—in the stones and bricks of it. Might I—if you have nothing better to do—c…
1909 · PDF PAGE 122
…s ago.” Roderic stared in surprise. How should any one—such a man, of all men—remember his daub, a thing himself had long forgotten? The oldster read his thought. “There was one corner of that picture which interested me deeply, deeply,” he said. “TI called to see you; you had gone—none knew where. I am indeed glad to have met you at last. Perhaps you would be good enough to show me your pictures —you have other pictures of Paris? I am interested in Paris—in Paris itself—in the stones and bricks of it. Might I—if you have nothing better to do—c…
1911 · PDF PAGE 216
… Crush, crush the world I AGAVE, Tread earth as ’twere a winepressl AUTONOE. Drink its blood, The sweet red wine! M/ENADS. Ay, drink the old earth dry! AGAVE. Squeeze the last drops out till the frame collapse Like an old wineskin! AUTONOE. So the sooner sup Among the stars ! AGAVE. The swift, swift stars! MlENADS. 0 night! Night, night, fall deep and sure! AUTONOE. Fall soft and sweet! AGAVE. Moaning for love the woods lie. AUTONOE. Sad the land Lies thirsty for our kisses. MAENADS. All wild things Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood. AG…