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LITERATURE
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Baudelaire composed the series of prose poems known
as larisSp/een between 1855 and his death in 1867. He at
tached great importance to his work in this then unusual
form, asking, "Which one of us, in his moments of ambition,
has not dreamed of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical,
without rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and
rugged enough to adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the
soul, the undulations of reverie, the jibes of conscience?"
In his biography of Baudelaire, Lewis Pia get Shanks
calls larisS/een "the fnal expression of the poet's vision of
the world, of his melancholia, his idealism, his desperate
desire to fee from the prison of his subjectivity, his furious
longing to find some escape from the ugliness of moder
life. They are the center of his work: absolutely devoid of
pose, they explain all the rest of it."
Where Baudelaire treated the same theme both in lris
Sp/een and in F/ouers oj Lti/, Enid Starkie fnds the prose
poems "more mature in conception, containing more har
mony in the contrast between the fesh and the spirit.?'
Several of these "corresponding" poems are given in an
appendix to this edition.
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TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY
LOUISE VARESE
A NE W D I R E C TIONS B OOK
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NINETEENTH PRINTING
CONTENTS
To Arstme Houesaye . . . . . " . . . . .. . . . . . . . . ix
I. The Stranger . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
II. The Old Woman's Despair . . . . . . . . . ....... 2
III. Artist's Confteor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . e . . . . . 3
-IV. A Wag .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . 4
V. The Double Room. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5
--VI. To Every Man His Chimera . . . . '" . .. . . .. . 8
VII. Venus And The Motley Fool . . . .. " .... " .. 10
VIII. The Dog And The Scent-Bottle. . .. . . . . . . ... 11
IX. The Bad Glazier . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 12
X. One O'Clock In The Morning . s . . . . . . . . . . .. 15
XI. The Wild Woman And The Fashionable
XII.
XIII.
- XIV.
XV.
Coquette . . . . . . . . . . . .... . .. . . .. . . . 17
Crowds
Widows
The Old Clown . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Cake . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . . .
20
22
25
28
XVI. The Clock . . . . r . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . e . . 30
XVII. A Hemisphere In Your Hair . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 31
XVIII. L'/nvitation Au Voyage . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . 32
XIX. The Poor Child's Toy. . . . . .. . . . . .. . ... . .. 3
5
XX. The Fairies' Gifts . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . 37
-
XXI. The Temptations or Eros, Plutus And Fame . .
40
XXII. Evening Twilight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
V
XXIII. Solitude . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . 4
- XXIV. Projects . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . 4
XXV. The Beautiful Dorothea . . " . . . . . . . ... . . .. 50
XXVI.
XXVII.
- _XVIII.
XXIX.
XXX.
XXXI.
XXXII.
~
XXXIII.
XXXIV.
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XXXV.
XXXVI.
XXXVII.
XXXVIII.
XXXIX.
XL.
XLI.
XLII.
XLIII.
XLIV.
XLV.
XLVI.
XLVII.
XLVIII.
XIX.
L.
The Eyes of The Poor . .6 . . . . . 4 . . . . . . . . . , 52
A Heroic Death . . . . . .. . . . . . . . 4 . . . . . . . . . 5
4
Counterfeit . . . j.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 58
The Generous Gambler . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60
The Rope . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 64
Vocations . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68
The Thyrsus . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72
Get Drunk . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . , 74
Already! . . . . . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . 75
Windows . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . . . . .. 77
The Desire To Paint . . o e a + + o e o e e e e 78
The Moon's Favors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . 79
Which Is The Real One? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 81
A Thoroughbred .. . . . .. . . . . . e . . . . . . . . . 82
The Mirror . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83
SeaPorts . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
B
Portraits of Mistresses .................. 85
The Gallant Marksman
9
The Soup And The Clouds . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 91
The Shooting Gallery AdThe Cemetery. . .. 92
Loss Of A Halo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 94
Miss Bistoury . . . 4 .4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .4 95
Any Where Out Of The World. . . . . . . . . . . ..
9
Beat Up The Poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 101
The Faithful Dog . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10
4
EPILOGUE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . 108
vi
TO ARSENE HOUSSAYE
My DEAR FRIEND, I send you a little work of which no one can
say, without doing it an injustice, that it has neither head nor
tail, since, on the contrary, everything in it is both head and
tail, alternately and reciprocally. I beg you to consider how
admirably convenient this combination is for all of us, for you,
for me, and for the reader. We can cut wherever we please, I my
dreaming, you your manuscript, the reader his reading; for I
do not keep the reader's restive mind hanging in suspense on
the threads of an interminable and superfuous plot. Take away
one vertebra and the two ends of this tortuous fantasy come
together again without pain. Chop it into numerous pieces and
you will see that each one can get along alone. In the hope that
there is enough life in some of these segments to please and to
amuse you, I take the liberty of dedicating the whole serpent
to you.
I have a little confession to make. It was while running
through, for the twentieth time at least, the pages of the famous
Gaspard de la Nuit of Aloysius Bertrand (has not a book known
to you, to me, and to a few of our friends the right to be called
famous ? ) that the idea came to me of attempting something in
the same vein, and of applying to the description of our more
abstract modern life the same method he used in depicting the
old days, so strangely picturesque.
Which one of us, in his moments of ambition, has not
dreamed of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical, without
rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and rugged enough
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toadaptitseIItotheIyricaIimpuIsesoIthesouI,theunduIations
oIreverie,the] ibesoIconscience:
lt was, above aII, out oImyexpIoration oIhuge cities, out
oI the medIey oI their innumerabIe interreIations, that this
haunting ideaI was born. You yourseII, dear Iriend, have you
nottriedtotransIate in asongtheGlzier's stridentcry, andto
express inIyricproseaIIthedismaI suggestionsthis cry sends
upthroughtheIog oIthestreettothehighestgarrets:
JoteIIthetruth,however, lamaIraidthatmyenvy hasnot
been propitious. Fromtheverybeginninglperceivedthatl was
not onIy Iar Irom mymysteriousandbriIIiantmodeI, but was,
indeed, doingsomething (iI it can becaIIedsomething) singu-
IarIydi6erent, an accIdent which any one eIsewouId gIory in,
nodoubt,butwhichcanonIydeepIyhumiIiateamindconvinced
thatthegreatesthonorIor apoetistosucceedin doingexactIy
whatheset outtodo.
Yours most a6ectionateIy,
C. B.
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THE S TRAN GER
TELL ME, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your fathe
your mother, your sister, or your brother?
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IV
A WAG
PANDEMONIUM oI New Year`s Eve . chaos oI snow and mud
churned up by a thousand carriages gIittering with toys and
bonbons
,
swarmingwithcupidityanddespair, oHciaIIrenzy oI
a big city designed to troubIe the mind oI the most impervi-
oussoIitary.
lnthemidstoIthisdeaIenInghubbub,adonkeywastrotting
briskIy aIong, beIaboredby aIowIeIIowarmedwith a whip.
1ustasthedonkeywasabouttoturnacorner, arespIendent
gentIeman,aIIgroomed, gIoved,crueIIycravatedandimprisoned
inbrand newcIothes, made a ceremonous bow to thehumbIe
beast, saying ashetook o0 his hat. "A very happy and pros-
perousNew Year to youl "Then he turned witha Iatuous air
towardsomevaguecompanions,asthoughtobegthemtomake
hissatisIaction compIete by their appIause.
The donkey paid no attention to this eIegantwag, and con-
tinuedtotrotzeaIousIyaIongwhere dutycaIIed.
As Ior me, l was suddenIy seized by an incomprehensibIe
rage against this bedizened imbeciIe, Ior it seemed to me that
inhimwasconcentratedaIIthewitoIFrance.
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v
THE DOU BLE ROOM
A ROOM that is Iike a dream, a truIy sit|/ ;oom, where the
stagnantatmosphere isnebuIousIydpink and Hue.
Herethe souItakes abath oIindoLrrce+:entedwith aIIthe
aromaticperIumes oI desireand regret.There is aboutitsome-
thing crepuscuIar, bIuish shot with rose, a voIuptuous dream
in an ecIipse. '-> 7 n
Every piece oI Iurniture is oI an eIongated Iorm, Ianguid
andprostrate, andseems to be dreaming, endowed, one wouId
say,with asomnambuIarexistenceIikemineraIsandvegetabIes.
The hangings speak a siIent Ianguage Iike owers, skies and
settingsuns.
No artisticabominations onthewaIIs. De6nite, positive art
isbIasphemycomparedtodreamandtheunanaIyzedimpression.
Here aII is bathed in harmony's own adequate and deIicious
obscurity.
An inhnitesimaI scent oI the most exquisite choosing,
mingIed withthemerestbreathoIhumidity, oatsthroughthis
atmosphere where hot-house sensations cradle the drows
y
spirit.
MusIin in diaphanous masses rains over the window and
overthebed,spreadsinsnowycataracts.AndonthisbedIiesthe
ldoI,thesovereignqueen oI my dreams. But why is she here:
Who hasbrought her: What magic powerhas instaIIedher on
thisthrone oIreveryand oIpIeasure: No matter. She is here.
lrecognizeher.
Yes, those are her eyes whose ame pierces the gIoaming,
those subtIe and terribIe eyes that l recognize by their dread
mockeryl They attract,they subjugate, they devour the impru
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dent gaze. UIten l have studied them-bIack stars compeIIing
curiosity and wonder.
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-
To what gooddemon am l indebted Ior this encompassing
atmosphere oI mystery, siIence, perIume and peace: 0 bIiss l
Whatwe are wontto caII IiIe,even in its happiest moments oI
expansion, has nothing in common with this supreme IiIe
which l am now experiencing, and which l reIish minute by
minute, second bysecond.
No l therearenomoreminutes,thereare no moreseconds l
Time has disappeared, it is Eternity that reigns, an eternity
oIbIiss l
8utaknockIaIIsonthe door, anawIuI, aresoundingknock,
andl IeeI, as in mydreamsoIheII,apitchIorkbeing stuck into
my-tomach.
Then a Spectre enters. lt is a baiIi6 come to torture me in
thenameoItheIaw, itisaninIamousconcubinecomewithher
compIaints to add the triviaIities oI her IiIe to the sorrows oI
mine, itisamessengerboyIromanewspapereditorcIamoring
Ior theIast instaIIment oIamanuscript.
The paradisiac room andthe idoI, thesovereign oI dreams,
the Sylphi, as thegreat Ken used to say, the whoIe enchant
menthasvanishedatthe Spectre`sbrutaIknock.
Horrors l l remember l Yes, l rememberl this hIthy hoIe,
thisabodeoIeternaIboredomistruIymine.Lookatthe stupid,
dusty, diIapidated Iurniture, the hearm without hre, without
embers, disgusting with spittIe, the sad windows where rain
hastracedIurrowsthrough the dust, manuscripts covered with
erasures orunhnished, thecaIendarwhere a penciIhas marked
all the direst dates!
AndthatperIumeoutoIanotherworIdwhichinmystate oI
exquisite sensibiIity was so intoxicating: AIas, another odor
has taken its pIace, oI staIe tobacco mixed with nauseating
mustiness. The rancid smeII oI desoIation.
ln thIs narrow worId, but with pIenty oI room Ior disgust,
there is one object aIone that deIights me: the viaI oI opium.
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an old and dreadful love ; and like all mistresses, alas ! prolifc
in caresses and betrayals.
Oh! yes ! Time has reappeared; Time is sovereign ruler
now, and with that hideous old man the entire retinue of Memo
ries, Regrets, Spasms, Fears, Agonies, Nightmares, Nerves, and
Rages have returned.
1 can assure you that the seconds are now strongly accented,
and rush out of the clock crying: "I am Life, unbearable and
implacable Life ! "
There is only one Second in human life whose mission it is
to bring good news, the good news that causes every one such
inexplicable terror.
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Yes, Time reigns ; he has resumed his brutal tyranny. And he
pokes me with his double goad as if I were an ox. "Then hoi,
donkey! Sweat, slave ! Man, be damned and live! "
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VI
TO E VER Y MAN HIS
CHIMERA
UNDER avastgraysky, onavastanddustypIainwimoutpaths,
withoutgrass,withoutanettIe orathistIe, 1 cameuponseveraI
men bentdoubIe asthey waIked.
EachonecarriedonhisbackanenormousChimeraasheavy
as a sack oIour, as a sack oIcoaI, as the accoutrement oI a
Koman Ioot-soIdier.
ut the monstrous beast was no inanimate weight, on the
contrary,ithuggedandbore downheaviIy on theman with its
eIastic and powerIuI muscIes , it cIutched at the breast oI its
mount with enormous cIaws; and its IabuIous head overhung
the man`s Iorehead Iike those horribIe heImets with which
ancientwarriorstriedtostriketerrorintotheirenemies.
I questioned one oI these menand asked him where they
weregoingIikethat. He repIiedthathe didnotknow and that
none oI them knew; but that obviousIy they must be going
somewhere since they were impeIIed by an irresistibIe urge
togoon.
A curiousthingto note: not one oIthesetraveIers seemed
t
resen[)heIerociousbeasthangingaroundhIS ne
ndgIued
to his back; apparentIytheyconsidered it a part oIthemseIves.
AII those won and serious Iaces showed not theIeast sign oI
despair, under the depressing dome oIthe sky, with their Ieet
deep in the dust oI the earth as desoIate as the sky, they went
aIong with the resigned Iook oI men who are condemned to
heIorevep.
sostrd ,
Une morning l got up IeeIing out oI sorts, sad, and worn
outwithidIeness,andwithwhatseemedtomeacompeIIingurge
to dosomethingextraordinary,to perIorm somebriIIiant deed.
And l opened the window-aIas l
(l shouIdIiketo point outthatwith certainpersonspIaying
practicaI ] okes is not the resuIt oI pIanning or scheming, but
a Iortuitous inspiration akin, iI onIybecause oIthe compeIIing
Iorce oIthe impuIse,tothathumorcaIIedhystericaIbydoctors,
satanic by thosewithmore insightthan doctors, that drives us
toward a muItitude oI dangerous or improper actions. )
The hrst person l noticed inthestreetwas s
whose
piercinganddiscordantcryoateduptomethroughtheheavy,
hIthy !aris air. lt wouId be impossibIe Ior me to say why l
wassuddenIyseizedbyanarbitraryIoathingIorthispoorman.
"Heyl Heyl " l shouted, motioning him to come q
thethoughtthatmy room was up six ights oI stairs, andthat
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themanmustbehavingaterribIetimegettingupthem withhis
IragiIewares,addednotaIittIetomyhiIarity.
FinaIIy he appeared. AIter Iooking curiousIy over his panes
oIgIassoneby one, I excIaimed. "Whatl You have no coIored
gIass, no pink, no red, no bIuel No magic panes, no panes oI
!aradise: ScoundreI, what do you mean by going into poor
neighborhoods without a singIe gIass to makeIiIe beautiIuI l "
Andlpushedhim,stumbIingandgrumbIing,towardthe stairs.
CoingoutonmybaIconylpickedupaIittIeowerpot, and
whenthegIazierappearedattheentrancebeIow, I Ietmyengine
oI warIaIIdown perpendicuIarIy ontheedge oI hispack. The
shock knocked him over and, IaIIing on his back, he succeeded
inbreakingtherestoIhispoorambuIatorystockwithashatter
ing noiseas oIIightning striking a crystaI paIace.
And drunk with my madness, l shouted down at him Iuri
ousIy. "Make IiIe beautiIuI l Make IiIe beautiIuI l "
Such erratic pranks are not without danger and one oIten
has to pay dearIy Iorthem. 8ut what is an eternity oI damna-
tion compared to an inhnity oI pIeasure in a singIe second:
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ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
AT LAST! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling
of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence
will be ours, if not sleep. At last ! the tyranny of the human !
face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself
l'
to make me sufer.
At last ! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness ! First
a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will,
it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barri
cades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.
Horrible life ! Horrible city! Let us glance back over the
events of the day: saw several writers, one of them asking me
if you could go to Russia by land (he thought Russia was
an island, l suppose) ; disagreed liberally with the editor of a
review who to all my objections kept saying: "Here we are on
the side of respectability," implying that all the other periodicals
were run by rascals ; bowed to twenty or more persons of whom
ffteen were unknown to me; distributed hand shakes in about
the same proportion without having frst taken the precaution
of buying gloves; to kill time during a shower, dropped in on a
dancer who asked me to design her a costume for Venustre;
went to pay court to a theatrical director who in dismissing
me said: "Perhaps you would do well to see Z u ; he is the
dullest, stupidet and most celebrated of our authors ; with him
you might get somewhere. Consult him and then we'll see";
boasted (why?) of several ugly things I never did, and cravenly
denied some other misdeeds that I had accomplished with the
greatest delight ; ofense of fanfaronnade, crime against human
dignity; refused a slight favor to a friend and gave a written
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recommendationto a per!ectrogue; Lordl Iet'shopethat's aII l
Uiatis5edwitheverything, dissatished withmyseI!, I Iong
to redeem myseI! and to restore my pride in the siIence and
soIitude o!the night. bouIs o!those whom I have Ioved, souIs
o!thosewhomlhavesung,strengthenme,sustainme,keepme
!romthevanitieso!theworIdanditscontaminating!umes; and
You,dearCodl grantmegracetoproducea!ewbeauti!uIverses
to prove to myseI!that l am notthe Iowest o! men, that l am
notin!eriortothosewhom l despise.
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THE
XI
WOMAN WILD
AND THE
FASHIONABLE COQUE TTE
"REALLY, my dear, you weary me beyond endurance and I
have no pity Ior you; to hear you sighing one wouId think
you were as mIserabIe as those aged women who toiI in the
heIds, or the oId beggar women who pick up crusts at taven
doors.
"1 at Ieast your sighs indicated remorse they wouId be
some credit to you, but they mean nothing more than the
satietyoIgratihcationandthedespondencyoItoomuchIeisure.
And younever cease youruseIessbabbIe. 'You must Iove mel
I needso to beIovedl ComIort mehere, caressmetherel ' 8ut
I have an idea whichmay cure you. Fortwo M and without
goingveryIar,theremaybeawayrightinthemidstoItheIair.
"Now just observe, iI youpIease,this soIid iron cage, and
seethathairymonsterhowIingIikeone oIthedamned, shaking
the bars Iike an orang-utan maddened by exiIe, imitating to
perIection both the circuIar spring oI the tiger, and the stupid
posturing of a white bear, and kindly notice that it has a form
veryvagueIyresembIing yours.
"This monster is one oI those animaIsgeneraIIy caIIed 'my
angeI l '-that is, a woman. The other monster, the oneyeIIing
his head o0 and brandishing a stick, is a husband. He has
chained his Iegitimate spouse as though she were an animaI,
and dispIays her at aII thestreet Iairs with, oI course, the per-
mission oItheauthorities.
"Now watch careIuIIyl See with what voracity (and not
shammed either, perhaps} shetears apart those Iiving rabbits
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andsquaIIingchickensthatherkeeperhasthrowntoher.'Come,
comel ' he says, 'one must aIways keep something Ior a rainy
dayl ' andwiththesewords oIwisdomhecrueIIysnatchesaway
her prey, the entraiIs stiII cIingingto the teeth oI the Ierocious
beast-woman, ! mean.
"That's it l A goodbIow oI yoursticktocaImher l For she
is dartingthe most terrihc and greedygIances at the piIIered
Iood.CoodCodl thatstickisnostagepropl Didyouhearhow
that whaek resounded, in spite oI her artihciaI coat oI hair:
Moreo er her eyes are starting Irom her head, and she yeIIs
more naturaln .ThesparksIairIyy IromherasIrom iron
"Such are the conjugaI customs oI these descendants oI
Adam and Eve, these works oI thy hands, 0 my Codl This
woman has certainIy the rightto compIain, aIthough aIter aII,
thetittiIatingdeIightsoIIame areperhapsnotunknownto her.
There areotherirremediabIemisIortuneswithoutsuchcompen
sations. 8ut intheworId!nt_ whichshehasbeenthrown, ithas
never occuredto her that women deserve a better Iate.
" owwhatoIus,myprecious? SeeingtheheIIswithwhich
the worId abounds, what do you expect me to think oI your
prettyIittIeheII, youwhoIieonstu0sassoItasyour 0\ skin,
who eat onIy cooked meat careIuIIy cut Ior you by a skiIIed
servant:
"Andwhatcantheymattertome,aIIthoseIittIesighssweII-
ing your perIumed breast, my haiI and hearty coquette: And
aII those a0ectations you have Iearned Irom books, or that
indeIatigabIemeIanchoIy which inspires anythingbut pity in a
spectator. !ntruth,sometimes! amseizedwith adesiretoteach
you what reaI misIortune is.
"Seeing you Iike this, my dainty beauty, your Ieet in the
mireandyoureyesturnedswooningIytowardtheskyasthough
waiting Ior a king, ! cannot heIp thinking oI a Irog invoking
the !deaI. !Iyou despise 'KingLog' (that's what ! am now, as
youveryweII know} , beware oIthe crane who will crunch you
up, andgobble you up, andkill you at his pleasure!
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"Although I may be a poet, I am not such a dupe as you
would like to believe, and if you weary me too often with your
precious whinings, I am going to treat you like the wild woman,
or else throw you out of the window like an empty bottle."
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XII
CROWDS
IT IS NOT given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoy-
) ing a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of
vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his
cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerad
ing, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.
- Multitud identical terms, and interchangeable by
the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people
s solitude is equally unable to be alone 1 a bustling cro.
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able
to be himself or some one else, as he chooses. Like those wan
dering souls who go looking for a body, he enters as he likes
into each man's personality.r him alone everything is vac1ti
and if certain places seem cTsed to him, it is only because in
his eyes they are not worth visiting.
The solitary and thoughtful stroller fnds a singular intoxi
cation in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose
himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked
up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk
in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his
own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that
chance ofers.
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing
compared with this inefable orgy, this divine prostitution of
the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to
XIII
WIDOWS
VAUVENARGUES says that certain avenues in the public parks
are haunted almost exclusively by disappointed ambitions, frus
trated inventors, abortive glories, and broken hearts, by all
those tumultuous and secret souls still agitated by the last rum
blings of the storm, who withdraw as far as possible from the
insolent eyes of the gay and the idle. These shady retreats are
the meeting places of all those whom life has maimed.
And toward these places poets and phosophers love to
direct their avid speculations. 'ere they are sure tfnd rich
pasture. For, as I have said before, they scornfully avoid,
above all other places, the ones where the ri_Ijoyous con-
'. . " gregate; that trepidation in a void has nothing to attract them.
0uecontrarythey l thmselves irresistably drawn toward
everything that is feeble, destitute, orp1aned, and forlorn
,
An experienced eye is never mistaken. It can at once decipher
in those set or dejected faces, in those eyes, dull and hollow or
still shining with the last sparks of struggle, in those deep and
numerous wrinkles, in that slow or dislocated gait, the innumer
able stories of love deceived, of devotion unrecognized, of efort
nrecompensed, of hunger and cold silently endured.
Have you ever noticed widows, poverty-stricken widows,
sitting on lonely benches? Whether they are wearing mourning
or not they are not difcult to recognize. Moreover, in the mourn
ing of the poor there is invariably sOnethiI__anting, an
absence of consistency that makes it so heartbreaking.-The poor
a;e odt(1eniggardly with their sorrow. The ric faunt
tb!i.s. in. all itscoI!ummate perfection:
Wihsdder, and more saddening, the widow holding
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by the hand a little child with whom she cannot share her
thought, or the one who is completely alone? I do not know . o .
I once followed for many hours one of those solitary widows ;
she held herself stif and straight in her little threadbare shawl,
a stoic pride apparent in her whole bearing.
She was seemingly condemned by her absolute solitude to
lead the life of an old bachelor, and this masculine character of
her habits added a mysterious piquancy to their austerity. I
know not in what miserable eating-place she had lunched, nor
how. I followed her into a reading-room and watched her for
a long time as she looked through the newspapers with eager
eyes -eyes once scalded by bitter tears -searching for some
thing of a passionate and a personal interest.
Finally, in the afternoon, under a lovely autumn sky, one of
those skies out of which such a multitude of memories and
regrets rain down, she sat on a bench some distance from the
crowd, to listen to one of those concerts ofered the Parisian
public by military bands.
This is probably the little debauch of the innocent old lady
(or purifed old lady) , the well-earned consolation for one of
those dull days without a friend, without conversation, without
j oy, without a soul to confde in, which God, perhaps for many
years now, has allowed to descend upon her three hundred and
sixty-fve times a year.
And another:
I can never help casting a glance, which if not universally
sympathetic is at least curious, at the mob of pariahs that
crowd around the enclosure of an outdoor concert. The orches
tra pours its festive, martial, or voluptuous airs into the night ;
glittering gows trail on the ground; glances cross ; the idle,
tired of having nothing to do, attitudinize and pretend to be
indolently relishing the music. Here nothing that is not rich
_ and happy; nothing that does not breathe forth and inspire
indolence and the pleasure of heedlessly living; nothing--except
.
that rabble over there leaning on the outside enclosure, catching
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a snatch o! music gratis at the wind's pIeasure, and gazing at
the sparkIing spIendor within.
The reection o!thej oys o!the rich in the eyes o!thepoor
is aIways a curious sight. 8ut on this particuIar day, in that
crowd o! work bIouses and caIico dresses, my attention was
caughtbyahgureo!suchnobiIitythatitstoodout in shocking
contrasttothe environingvuIgarity.
This was a ta|I majestic woman whose whoIe bearing
expressedanobiIitysuchasI cannotremembereverhavingseen
be!ore, not even in the coIIections o! the aristocratic beauties
o!thepast.The odoro!proud virtueemanated!romher entire
person.Hersad,emaciated!acewas inharmonywiththeheavy
mourning she was wearing. She, too, Iike the pIebeians around
her, o!whomshetooknonotice,gazed atthat other gIittering
worId with a thought!uI eye, gentIy nodding her head as she
Iistenedtothemusic.
Strangesight l "SureIy," I saidtomyseI!, "thatis a poverty
-i! poverty it be-which is incapabIe o! sordid economy,
her nobIe countenance is proo! o! that. Why then does she
choose to stay in a miIieu where she oers so conspicuous
acontrast
8ut drawing nearer to her out o! curiosity, l seemed to
understandthereason.ThetaII widow washoIdingaIittIe boy
by the hand who, Iike herseI!, was dressed in mourning. the
price o! admission, no matter how modest, wouId perhaps be
sucient to pay !or one o!the chiId's needs, or pre!erabIy !or
some superuity-a toy.
And now she wiII return home on !oot, meditating and
dreaming, aIone, aIways aIone, !or a chiId is turbuIent and
seIsh, without gentIeness or patience, and cannot, even Iess
than a simpIe animaI, a dog or a cat, serve as the conhdant
o!Ione|y sorrows.
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XIV
THE OLD CLOWN
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E
ven a man of the upper classes, or one engaged in intellec
tual pursuits, can with difculty escape the infuence of tis
popular j ubilee. They absorb unconsciously their share of this
carefree atmosphere. For my part, as a true Parisian, I never
fail to visit all the booths that faunt themselves on these
periodic occasions.
And how they vied with one another in fantastic competi
tion! They bawled and they screeched and they bellowed. There
was a mixture of cries, crashing brass, and exploding freworks.
Punchinellos and pantaloons, burned by the sun and toughened
bind
-
;d
--
;in
, -made grotesque faces and, with the self
confdence of seasoned actors sure of their efect, shot out their
quips and jests and sallies, of a s
oli
d an. d heavy humor akin
to Moliere's. Strong-men, proud of their monstrous muscles,
without forehead or cranium like orangoutans, strutted majes
tically in their tights that had been washed for the occasion the
day before. And dancers, as lovely as fairies or princesses,
leaped and pirouetted with the lantern light sparkling in
their skirts.
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Therewasnothingbut!ight, dust,shouts,j oy,tumu!t, some
spent money, others took it in; and bom were equa!!y happy.
Litt!e tots tugged at their mothers` skirts begging Ior candy-
sticks, or cIimbed on their Iathers` shou!ders to have a better
view oI a conjuror as dazz!ing as a god. And dominating a!!
the other odors, the sme!! oI Irying Iat h!!ed the air !ike the
incense oI the Iair.
At the end, at the extreme end oI the row oI booths, as
thoughhehadexi!e
himse
!Iins
ame
roma!!these s
!e
ndors,
! saw a pitiIu! o!d c!own, bent, decrepit, the ruin oI a man,
. !eaning againstoe I theposts ohis cabin, a cabiri more
Watwas!todo:Whyasktheunhappymanwhatcuriosity,
what wonder he had to show in those Iou! shadows behind his
tattered curtain: !n truth, ! did not dare, and, a!though you
may !augh at my reason, ! admit it was because ! Ieared to
humi!iate him. ! had hna!!y decided to !eave some money
on the p!atIorm as ! passed, hoping that he wou!d guess my
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intention, when a sudden surge of the crowd, caused by l know
not what disturbance, swept me away from him.
Obsessed by the sight, l looked back, trying to analyze my
sudden depression, and l said to myself: "l have just seen
the prototype of the old writer who has been the brilliant enter
tainer of the generation he has outlived, the old poet without
friends, without family, without children, degraded by poverty
and the ingratitude of the public, and to whose booth the fckle
world no longer cares to come!"
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xv
CAKE
I WAS traveling. The country around me was of an inexpressible
grandeur and sublimity. And I think a little of it must have
passed into my soul at that moment. My thoughts leaped with
the lightness of the air itself; the vulgar passions, such as
hate and profane love, seemed to me now as far away as the
clouds that foated in the gorges at my feet; my soul seemed
as immense and pure as the enveloping dome of the sky, and
earthly things echoed in my memory as faintly as the bells of
the invisible herds browsing far, far away on the slopes of
another mountain. Over the motionless little lake, jet black from
the immensity of its depth, the shadow of a cloud passed occa
sionally, like the refection of an airy giant's cloak fying across
the sky. And I remember feeling with a joy, mingled with awe,
that rare and solemn sensation one has at seeing some great
movement evolving without a sound. In short, thanJs to the
comEelling beauty around me, I was at peace with myself Jnd
with t"un-ivee;in my jerfect beatitude and my total forget
fulne_f earthly evil, I was beginning to think the nespaj
nifg1oCoe-s6-riiiculous, after all, in wanting to make us
belie
.
ve tat m
n is o;o. Whel-fncbIgaIi
makmg Its eXlgelcles felt, I began to thmk of repiurmg the
fatigue and satisfying the hunger caused by my long climb.
I took out of my pocket a tk piece of bread, a leathern cup,
and a small bottle of a certain elixir which chemists at that
time sold to tourists to be mixed, on occasion, with snow.
I was peacefully cutting my bread when a slight sound
made me look up. There in front of me stood a ragged little
urchin, dark and disheveled, with hollow eyes that devoured
mYread fercely and, as it seemed to me, pleadingly, and I
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heard him gasp in a Iow hoarse voice. "0akel "ouId not
heIp Iaughing at the appeIation with which he thought ht to
honormy near-white bread, and I cut o0 a generous sIice and
o0ered itto him. SIowIy he came toward me, never taking his
eyeso0the coveted object, thensnatching it out oI my hand,
he quickIy backe away as iI he Ieared that my o0er had not
beensincere, orthat ! had aIready repented it.
8ut at thatmomenthe wasknocked down by anotherIittIe
savage who had sprung Irom heaven knows where, and so
exac Iike the hrst that I took them to be twins. The two oI
them roIIed on the ground struggIing Ior possession oI me
precious booty, neither wiIIing to share it with the other.
Furious, the hrst cIutched the second by the hair , and the
second seizeduIus
rs ears between histeeth then,
with a s_IocaI oath, s i|_me|Th Iiti-
mowner oI the cake tried to hok_h IittIe cIaws in(he
usurper`s eyes, the Iatter in tur.i did his best to e hIs
tary with one hand whiIe trying to sIip the prize oI war
intohispocketwiththeother.8ut strengthened by despair, the
IoserstruggIedto hisIeet and,butting his head intothe other`s
stomach, sent the victor sprawIing on the ground. 8ut why
describethehideoushghtwhichIastedIongerthantheirchiIdish
strength had seemedto warrant The cake traveI rmhand
to hand and changed pockets at every instant, changing, aIas l
in size as weII, and when hnaIIy, exhausted a _
covered with bIood, they stopped Irom the sheer impossibiIity
oI going on, no eause Ior Ieud remained, the piece oI bread
had disappeared, and the crumbs, scattered aII around, were
indistinguishabIe Irom the grains oI sand with which the
were min e
hisperIormancehaddarkenedtheIandscape, ndthecaIm
joy appearance oI the two IittIe
wretches had compIeteIy vanished. Saddened, I sat there Ior
a Iong time saying over and over to myseII: "So there is a
superb country where bread is caIIe
deIicacy that it is enough to start a
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XV!
THE CLOCK
THE CHINESE can teII the time in the eyes oI a cat.
Une day a missionary
, waIking inthe suburbs oI Nanking,
noticedthathe had Iorgotten his watch and asked a IittIe boy
the time.
The urchin oI the CeIestiaI Empire hesitated at hrst, then
onsecond thought, repIied. "!`IIteII you,"and disappeared. An
instant Iater he returned with an enormous cat in his arms.
HeIooked itinthe eye, as peopIe say, andwithouta moment's
hesitation decIared. "!t is not quite noon." Which was true.
AsIor me, when ! Iean Iorward to gaze atIoveIy FIine ~
so appropriateIy named-who is at once the honor oI her
sex, the pride oI my heart and the perIume oI my mind,
whether it be by night orbyday, in dazzIing Iight or in deep-
est shade, aIways at the back oI her adorabIe eyes ! can dis
tinctIy see the time, aIways the same-vast, soIemn, wide
as space, without minutes and without seconds-a motionIess
hour notmarked on any cIock, and yet as airy as a breath, as
quickasagIance.
And iI some tiresome intruder shouId come to disturb me
whiIemy eyesrest on thisdeIicious diaI, iI some unmannerIy
and intoIerant Cenie, some Demon out oI time, shouId come
askingme . "Whatare you Iooking at so attentiveIy What are
you Iooking Ior in that creature's eyes Can youteII the time
oI day in them, idIe and prodigaI mortaI " ! shouId repIy
without hesitating. "Yes, ! can teII the time, it is Eternityl "
Andi s this not a reaIIy meritorious madrigaI, Madam, and
just as amboyant as yourseII !ndeed, embroidering this bit
oIgarrishgaIIantry has given me somuchpIeasurethat! shaII
askIornothinginreturn.
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XVII
A HE MIS PHERE IN
YOUR HAIR
LONG, long let me breathe the fragrance of your hair. Let me
plunge my face into it like a thirsty man into the water of a
spring, and let me wave it like a scented handkerchief to stir
memories in the air.
If you only knew all that I see! all that I feel ! all that I
hear in your hair ! My soul voyages on its perfume as other
men's souls on music.
Your hair holds a whole dream of masts and sails ; it holds
seas whose monsoons waft me toward lovely climes where
space is bluer and more profound, where fruits and leaves and
human skin perfume the air.
In the ocean of your hair I see a harbor teeming with melan
cholic songs, with lusty men of every nation, and ships of
every shape, whose elegant and intricate structures stand out
against the enormous sky, home of eternal heat.
In the caresses of your hair I know again the languors of
long hours lying on a couch in a fair ship's cabin, cradled by
the harbor's imperceptible swell, between pots of fowers and
cooling water jars.
On the burning hearth of your hair I breathe in the fra
grance of tobacco tinged with opium and sugar ; in the night
of your hair I see the sheen of the tropic's blue infnity; on
the shores of your hair I get drunk with the smell of musk and
tar and the oil of cocoanuts.
Long, long, let me bite your black and heavy tresses. When
I gnaw your elastic and rebellious hair l seem to be eating
memories.
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XVIII
L' IN VITATION AU VOYAG E
Turkr is a wonderIuI country, a country oI Cocaigne, they
say,thatl dreamoIvisitingwithanoIdIove.Astrange country
Iost inthemists oItheNorth andthatmight be caIIedthe East
oI the West, the China oI Europe, so IreeIy has a warm and
capricious Iancy been aIIowed to run riot there, iIIustrating it
patientIyandpersistantIywithan artIuI and deIicate vegetation.
A reaI country oI Cocaigne where everything is beautiIuI,
rich, honest and caIm, where order is Iuxury`s mirror, where
IiIe is unctuous and sweet to breathe, where disorder, tumuIt,
and the unex_ected are shut out; whena_mess Js weded
_iIence, whereeventhecookingispoetic,rich
,
andyetsti_
Iating as weII; where everymg, dear ove, resembIes you.
YouknowthatIeverishsicknessw!ichcomes over us in our
coId despairs,thatnostaIgiaIorcountries wehaveneverknown,
that anguish oI curiosity: There is a country that resembIes
you, whereeverythingisbeautiIuI,rich,honestandcaIm,where
Iancy has buiIt and decorated an UccidentaI ChIna, where IiIe
is sweet to breathe, where happiness is wedded to siIence. lt is
there wemust Iive, itis there wemust die.
Yes, it is there we must go to breathe, to dream, and to
proIong the hours in an inhnity oI sensations. A musician has
written l'/nvitation I l valse; who wiII write l'Invitation au
voyage thatmaybeo6eredtothebeIoved,tothechosensister:
Yes,insuchanatmosphereitwouIdbegoodtoIive-where
there are more thoughts in sIower hours, where cIocks strIke
happiness with a deeper, a more signihcant soIemnity.
Un shining paneIs or on darkIy rich and giIded Ieathers,
discreet paintingsrepose, as deep, caIm and devout asthe souIs
'?}
o!thepainterswho depictedthem. bunsetsthrowtheir gIowing
coIors on the waIIs o! dining-room and drawing-room, si!ting
so!tIythrough IoveIy hangings or intricate high windows with
muIIionedpanes.AIIthe!urnitureisimmense,!antastic,strange,
armed with Iocks and secrets Iike aII civiIized souIs. Mirrors,
metaIs, !abrics, pottery, and works o!the goIdsmith's art pIay
a mute mysterious symphony !or the eye, and every corner,
every crack, every drawer and curtain`s !oId breathes !orth a
curious per!ume, a per!ume o! bumatra whispering come back,
which isthe souI o!the abode.
Atrue country o! Cocaigne, ! assure you, where everything
isrich, shining andcIeanIikeagoodconscience orweII-scoured
kitchen pots, Iike chiseIed goId or variegated gems l AII the
treasures o! the worId abound there, as in the house o! a
Iaborious man who has put the whoIe worId in his debt. A
singuIar country and superior to aII others, as art is superior
to Nature who is there trans!ormed by dream, corrected,
remodeIed and adorned.
!etthemseek and seekagain,IetthemendIessIy push back
the Iimits o! their happiness, those horticuIturaI AIchemists l
!etthem o0er prizes o! sixty, a hundred thousand orins !or
the soIution o! their ambitious probIems l As !or me, ! have
!oundmyblack tulip, !have!oundmyblue dahlia!
!ncomparabIe ower, rediscovered tuIip, aIIegoricaI dahIia,
it isthere, is it not, in that beauti!uI country, so caIm, so !uII
o! dream, that you must Iive, that you must bIoom: WouId
you not there be framed within your own analogy, would you
not see yourseI! reected there in your own correspondence,
asthemysticssay
Dreamsl AIways dreams l And :he more ambitious and
deIicate the souI, aII the more inpossibIe the dreams. Every
manpossesseshisowndoseo!naturaIopium,ceaseIesIysecreted
and renewed, and !rom birth to death how many hours can
wereckono!positivepIeasure, o!success!uIanddecidedaction
bhaII we ever Iive in, be part o!, that picture my imagination
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XIX
THE POOR CHILD' S TOY
I SHOULD LIKE to o0er a suggestion Ior an innocent diversion.
There are so Iew amusements that are not cuIpabIel
When you go out in the morning with the settIed idea oI
rambIing over the highways, hII your pockets with IittIe penny
devices such as those at puppets manipuIated by a singIe
string, a bIacksmith hammering on an anviI, a knight on a
horsewhosetaiI is awhistIe,andoutsidethetavernsandunder
the trees oer them as iIts to aII the unknown poor chiIdren
you may meet. You wiII see their e es en unbeIievabIy wi e.
At rst they wont dare to take them; they won`t beIieve in
_heir _ood Iortune. 1hen their hands wiII cIutch the present
eagerIy, and they wiII run away Iike cats who go Iar o0 to
eatanymorseIyougivethem,havingIearnedtobewaryoImen.
8ehind the iron gate oI an immense garden, at the back
oI which couId be seen a charming chateau gIeaming whiteIy
in the sun, stood a beautiIuI, bIooming IittIe boy smartIy
dressed in country togs that are aIways so enchanting.
!uxury, careIree days, andthe habituaI spectacIe oI abund-
ance make such chiIdren so IoveIy that they seem to be made
oI a dierent cIay Irom the chiIdren oI the moderateIy, and
theverygoor.
8esidehim onthe grassIay a magnihcenttoy, as bIooming
asitsmaster,giIdedandshining,dressedinpurpIe,andcovered
with pIumes and gIittering beads. 8u: the chiId was paying no
attentiontohisIavoritetoy, andthis iswhathewasIookingat .
Un the other side oI the gate on the highway, standing in
the midst oI nettIes and thistIes, was another chiId, yitiIuII_
bIak and grimy, one oI those urchin-pariahs whose beauty
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an impartia!eye wou!d discover if, asthe eye ofa connoisseur
detects an authentic master under thecoachmaker`s varnish, it
pee!ed othe disgusting patina of ov
e symboIicbarsseparatingtwohighroad
ann, f poor cd was showing the rich chiId his
own toy, which the !atter was scrutinizing breathIessIy, as
thoughithadbeensomerare andunheardof object. WeII, this
toythatthegrimy!ittIebratwasshaking,teeteringandturning
in a boxcovered with wire, was a Iivine parents out
of economy, l suppose, had taken the m nature itseIf.
Andthe two chiIdren were !aughingtogetherIike brothers,
withteeoIzdentkal whitenes
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xx
THE FAI R I ES ' G I F TS
GRAND ASSEMBLY oI the Fairies, gathered together to e6ect
the distribution oI giIts among the new-born inIants who had
comeintotheworIdintheIast twenty-Iour hours.
AII these ancient and capricious Sisters oI Destiny, these
strange mothers oI j oy and sorrow, were very di6erent Irom
one another , some were sadand surIy, othershad a mad, mis
chievous gaiety, somewereyoungandhadaIwaysbeenyoung,
otherswere oId and had aIwaysbeen oId.
AII the Iathers who beIieved in \airies
d come to the
assembIy withtheirinIantsin their arms.
TaIents, FacuIties, good Fortunes, invincibIe Conjunctures
were piIed up beside the tribunaI, Ior aII the worId Iike com-
mencement-day prizes. 8ut the di6erence was that these CiIts
were not the recompense Ior any e6ort but, onthe contrary, a
IavoraccordedtoapersonwhohasnotyetIived,aIavorcapabIe
oI dciding his destiny and oI becoming either the cause oI
his misIortune or the source oI aII his happiness.
The poor lairies were in a pother , Ior there was a very
large crowd of petitioners, and the intermediary world, situated
between man and Cod, is subject, just as ours is, to the Iaw
oI Time and aII his inhniteprogeny,the Days, the Hours, the
Minutes,the Seconds.
ln truth, they were as urried as one oI the ministers oI
state on his audience day, or the empIoyees oI a pawn-shop
when a nationaI hoIiday authorizes the redemption oI pIedges
gratis. l even think they gIanced at the cIock wi]b as much
impatienceashumanjudgeswhohavebeensittingonthebench
aIId and cannot heIp Ionging Ior their dinners, meir wives
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I
v
and their beIoved bed-room sIippers. l! in su_ernaturaI justice
there is some precipitancy and con!usio, we ought not toe
too surprised tohndemt!i
_
human justice as weII.
Utherwise we ourseIves wouId be unjust ju _
~
And soit happened on that day, a ! Iunders re com-
mitted which might beIookedupon as od prudence, rather
thanap were the distinctive and eternaI characteristic
o! the
- .
" -Tuste-ma_neticpower o! attracting weaIth was awarded
totheheiro!animmenseI rich!amiIy, andashehadnotbeen
endowed with a sense o! charity or the Ieast covetousness or
m e good thin_s o! this wo, !e was sure to hnd himseI! ter-
ibIy embarrassed b_his miIIionsIatet L,
us aIso, the Iove o! 8eauty, and poetic !ower, were
awarded Io the son o a _iti!uI pauper, a stone quarrier by
trade, who c
_
no way either advanc
leping nd communicates
with him in secret. Gloriously they stood before me, like actors
on a stage. A sulphurous splendor emanated from the three
personnages thus standing out in relief against the dense back
ground of the night. They looked so proud, with so imperious
an air, that atJ!s! LmistQQk them jor real gods.
The countenance of the frst Satan was of an Ilbiguous
, and in the lines of his body too, there was the sam
ness that the ancients were wont to give to Bacchus. His beauti
ful languid yes, shadowy and vague in color, resembled violets
that are still heavy with the tears of storm, while his half open
lips were like warm censers exhaling the agreeable odor of
p
erfumeries, and whenever he sighed, musky insects fitting
about were illuminated in the fery glow of his breath.
Around his purple tunic, like a girdle twined an iridescent
serpent that lifted its head and turned toward him with lan
guorous live-ember eyes. Ald suspended from this living g}le,
alternating with vials of sinister cordials, hung sliIing kni
y
es
and surgI
c
al in
t
rUlnents.
' Tn
lr
;
r
i,
ht
hand he held another vial whose content was
of a luminous red, and which bore these curious words upon
its label : "Drink I blood, a perfect cordial" ; in his left, a
violin which ed, no doubt, to sing his pleasures and his
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pains, and to spread the contagion of his madness on witches'
sabbath nights.
A few links of a broken golden chain dragged at his deli
cate ankles and, when they hampered him and forced him to
look down, vain as he was, he never failed to admire his brilliant
toe nails as highly polished as precious gems.
He looked at me with his inconsolably sad eyes, flled with
an insidious intoxication, and said in a melodious voice : "If
you wish, if you wish, I will make you the master of living
matter, as the sculptor is of clay, but an incomparably greater
master ; and you shall know the pleasure, constantly renewed,
of escaping from yourself to forget yourself in another being,
and of attracting to yourself other souls to lose themselves
.
"
In yours.
And I answered him: "Thank you, no ! I want none of your
human wares that are probably no better than my own poor
self. And although remembering makes me more or less
ashamed, I still have no desire to forget a thing; and even if
I did not recognj7e you, you old monster, your mysterious cut
l
lery, your dubious vials, and the chains shackling your feet :
are symbols that demonstrate clearly enough the disadvantages
of friendship with you. You may keep your gifts.
"
,
The second Satan had nothing of that tragic and, at the
same time, smiling air, nor those insinuating manners, nor that
exquisite perfumed beauty. He was man of vast proportions,
with an eyeless countenance. His heavy paunch hung down over
his thighs, and his skin was gilded ar-iIustrated, as though
tatooed all over, with masses of little hurrying fgures, repre
senting numerous forms of universal misery. There were lean
little men who had hung themselves from nails, there were
deformed skinny little gnomes whose supplicating eyes begged
more eloquently for alms than their trembling hands: and there
were old mothers with premature infants clinging to their wasted
breasts, and there were plenty of others too.
The gigantic Satan tapped his immense belly with his fst,
and there came from it a prolonged metallic ngling that
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ended in a vague groaning, as oI many human voices. And he
Iaughed, indecentIy dispIayinghisdecayedteeth, a greatimbe-
ciIicIaugh Iikethat oI certain men in every country aIterthey
havedinedtoo weII.
Andthisonesaidtome . "I cangiveyouthethingthatwiII
procure you everything eIse,thatisworth everythngeIse, that
takes the pIace oI everything eIse| "And he tapped his mon
strous beIIy whose sonorous echo was a ht commentary on
his vuIgar o0er.
1 turned away indisgustas 1 repIied. "I do notneed other
peopIes' misery Ior my enj oyment
,
and 1 want none oI your
weaIth, ghastIy with aII the misIortunes that your skin, Iike a
waII paper, dispIays."
As Ior the Sataness, 1 shouId be Iying iI I IaiIed to admit
thatat hrst gIanceshe seemedto me to have a singuIar charm.
And 1 can hnd no better way oI dehning this charm than by
comparing it to that oI ceyomen _ast thir yrim but
who wiIInevergrow oId, andwhosebeautyseemsto hoId some
of tI:e ppant m
ai
awakewouJd certainIy mt be
....
.
h
.
. ` `
samis .
And1
gy pandexj_q Iuttony.
'
! '
When peopIe say oI an actor . What a good actor, they
are using an expression which impIies that beneaththe charac
tertheycan stiII distinguishthe actor,that is tosayart,e6or|,
voIition. 8utiIan actor shouId succeed in being, in reIation to
theparthepIayed, whatthebeststatues oIantiquity, iImiracu-
IousIyanimatedtheyIived,waIkedandsaw,wouIdbeinreIation
tothe generaI, the conIused idea oI beauty, that wouId indeed
be a singuIar case and aItogether unheard oI. anciouIIe was
that night just such a perIect ideaIization, so that one couId
not heIp beIieving in the impersonation as aIive, possibIe and
real. The bu6oon came and went
,
Iaughed and wept, and
Iashed into Iury, with aIways abou headan iiuperishabIe
aureoIe, invisibIe to aII, but visibIe to me, that bIended in a
strange amaIgamthebeams oIArtandthegIoryoIMartyrdo.
IanciouIIe, by what speciaI grace I cannot say, introduced
something oIdivineandsupernaturaIintohismostextravagant
bu6ooneries. My pen txembIes and tears oI an emotion that
has never IeIt me, hII my eyes, whiIe I Iook Ior words to
deseribe Ior you that unIorgettabIe evening. anciouIIe proved
|o me in the most peremptory, the most irreIutabIe way
,
that
the intoxication oI Art iz mona than al g t ,e de
ters oI the eternaI abyss , and that genius can pIay a part,
e e8ge oIthe grave, with such joy that it does not
see the grave, Iost, as it is, in a paradise that shuts out aII
thought oI death and destruction.
The whoIe audience, bIas and IrivoIousthough they were,
sqn(nderthe uI-pow]uI oI the artist. No thought
remained oI death, oImourning, or oIpunishment. Every one
gavehimseII up without a quaIm to the voIuptuous and muIti-
tudinous pIeasures the sight oI a masterpiece oI Iiving art
a6ords. ExpIosions oI deIight and admiration again and again
reverberated to the vauIts oI the edihce with the noise oI a
continuous thunder. The !rince himseII, in a Irenzy oI intoxi
cation, j oined in the appIause oI his court.
However, Ior a discerning eye, this intoxication was not
withoutaIIoy.DidheIeeI himseIIcheatedinhisdespoticpower,
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humiIiatedinhis art oIstrikingterror into hear|s andchiII into
souIs, Irustrated in his hopes, outed in his Iorecasts: Such
suppositions, not aItogether justihed yet not unj ustihabIe, ran
through my mind whiIe ! watched the !rince's Iace, as over
his habituaI paIor, a new paIoi spread Iike snow IaIIing upon
snow. His Iips were more and more tightIy compressed and
his eyes bIazed with an inner hre resembIing that oI j eaIousy
or spite, even whiIe he ostensibIy appIauded his Iortne Iriend,
thestrangebu6oonwhonowpIayeddeath'sbu6oonsosuperbIy.
At a certain moment ! saw his Highness turn toward a IittIe
page standing behind him, and whisper in his ear. A roguish
smiIe ashed across the chiId`s charming Iace, and he IeIt the
royaI box as iI to carry out some urgent commission.
A Iewminutes Iater a shriII proIonged hiss broke in upon
FanciouIIe in one oI his greatest moments, rending aII ears
and hearts. And Irom that part oI the haII whence this unex-
pectedrebu6hadcome, a chiIddarted out into a corridor with
stied Iaughter.
FanciouIIe, awakened Irom his dream, cIosed his eyes, and
when aImost at once he opened them again, they seemed to
have grown inordinateIy Iarge
,
then he opened his mouth as
though struggIingor breath, staggered Iorward a step, then
backward, andl dead(ponthestage.
Had the hiss, swiII as a sword, reaIIy Irustrated the hang
man: Hadthe !rince Ioreseen the homicidaI eventuaIity oI his
ruse: :|.,-aaIo doubt.Uid he regret his cherished,
hIsinImnabIe FanciouIIe It issweetandlegitimateto hope so.
The guiIt nobIes had enjoyed the deIights oI the theatre
Ior the1ie. The same night they were e6aced Irom IiIe.
Since then severaI othemies, justIy ppreciated in many
countries, have come to the court oI but none has ever
been abIe to approach the miracuIous taIent oI FanciouIIe, nor
to risetothesame favor.
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XXVlll
COUN TERFEIT
As WE WERE Ieavingthetobacconist's ! sawmy Iriend careIuIIy
separating his money, in the IeIt pocket oI his waistcoat he
sIipped aII the goId pieces, in theright, the siIver, in his IeIt
trouser pocket he put a handIuI oI pennies
,
and hnaIIy in the
right, aIter the most careIuI scrutiny, a twc-Iranc piece.
"What a singuIar` e distribution," ! said to myseII.
Soon we passed beggarwho heId out his cap to us with
a trembIing hand. or e man oI IeeIing who is abIe to read
them, !knownothingmored:sEessmgt5an t!e mute eIo uence
o a paupers pea mg eyes, so u umiIity and reproach.
There isinthemsomethingoIthe proIoundandcompIexemo
tion to beseen inthetearhIIed eyes oI a_o_bein_ten.
MyIriend'so6eringwasconsiderabIyIargerthanmine, and
l saidto him. "Youare right, next to IeeIing surprise oneseII,
there is no greater pIeasure than giving someone eIse a sur-
prise." "!t was counterIeit," he repIied tranquiIIy as though
to]ustiIy his p:a!Ity.
8ut i my miserabIe brain, which is Iorever ying o6 at
a tangent (what an exhausting IacuItynature has given mel ) ,
theideasuddenIyoccurredtomethatsuchconductinmyIriend
was onIy excusabIe iI it came Ir ge uI bringing some
excitement into the poor deviI`s IiI
,
perhaps even of!eerning
aU 'ti dm ermt oees, dstrous or otherwise, that a
counterIeit coin in the hands oI a beggar, might engender.
MightitnotmuIti_I_ into man_ieces oIgoodmonq" Mq
it not aIso Iead to prison: A baker, a tavern keeper, Ior in
stance,migt havehimarrested asacounterIeiter or a dissemi
nator oI bad money. 8ut on the other hand, the counterIeit
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coin Ior a poor IittIe specuIator, might weII be the germ oI
severaI days' weaIth. And so my Iancy ran riot, Iending wings
tomyIriend's imagination anddrawing aII possibIe deductions
Irom aII possibIe hypotheses.
8ut he rudeIy shattered my reverie by repeating my own
words . "Yes, you are right
,
there is no sweeter pIeasure than
tosurprise aman bygivinghim morethan heexpects."
I IookedhimsquareIy in the eye, and I was appaIIedto see
that his eyes shone with unquestionabIe candor. I understood
perIectIythenthathis objecthadbeen to perIorm a charitabIe
d whiIe making a good specuIation, to gain Iorty sols and
Cod'sheartatthesameume,andtowinparadise economicaIIy,
ihort, to cry o6 gratIs a
le Ieofc1arty. ItTuId
ahave Igive
hm
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XXlX
THE GE N EROUS GAMB L ER
YESTERAY on the crowded bouIevard, ! IeIt myseII j ostIed by
a mysterious 8eing whom ! have aIways Iongedto know, and
aIthughlhadneverseenhimbeIore,lrecognizedhim atonce.
He musthave IeIt a simiIar desire in egard to me, Ior ashe
passedhe gaveme aknowingyinkwhichl was quickto obey.
l IoIIowed him cIoseIy and soon, stiII at his heeIs descended
into a magnihcentsubterranean dweIIing oI a IabuIous Iuxury
beyond anything the upper habitations oI !aris couId boast.
Anditseemedtomeoddthat!shouIdhavepassedthisenchant
inghauntsooItenwithoutsuspectingthatherewastheentrance.
The exquisite,thoughheady,atmosphereoIthepIacemade one
instantaneousIyIorgetaII the tedious horrors oI IiIe, here one
breathed a somber beatitude simiIar to that which the Iotus-
eatersmusthaveIeItwhen,IandingontheenchantedisIebathed
in the Iight oI an eternaI aIternoon, and hearing the soothing
sound oI meIodious cascades, they suddenIy Ionged never to
see their penates again, their wives and chiIdren, never again
to venture Iorth over the towering waves oI the sea.
HerewerestrangeIacesoImenandwomenwhoweremarked
withthesign oIgtaIbeauty, andl seemedto remember having
seen them beIore, but at what period or in what countries it
was impossibIeto recaII , they inspired in me a IraternaI sym
pathy ratherthan that apprehension commonIy aroused by the
sight oIanything aIien. lI l were to attemptto give some idea
3 oI the singuIar expression oI their eyes l shouId say that l
have never seen eyes that shone so 6erceIy with the horror o!
boredomand with the immortaIIongingto!eeIthemseIvesIive.
8ythetimemyhostandlwereseated,wewereaIreadyhrm
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!riends. We ate, we drank immoderateIy o!aII sorts o!extraor
dinary wines, and noIess extraordinary was the !act that even
a!ter severaI hours it seemed to me that ! was no more drunk
thanhe.8utgaming,thatsuperhumanpIeasure,hadinterrupted,
at divers intervaIs, our !requent Iibations, and l shouId aIso
say that, with per!ect
, - r>t)')
The recoIIection o! this noted orator Iead us naturaIIy to
the subject o! institutions o! Iearning, and my strange tabIe-
companion toId me that in many cases he did not think it
beneath him to inspire the pen, the speech, and the conscience
o! pedagog, and that he aImost invariabIy attended in per-
son, aIthoughinvisibIe
,
aII academicassembIies.
Encouraged by so much kindness, I asked him !or news o!
Cod, and whether he had seen him recentIy. He repIied with
an indi0erence tinged with sadness . "We bow to each other
when we meet Iike two weII-bred oId gentIemen, whose innate
courtesy is, nevertheIess, not suHcient to wipe out the memory
o! oId grudges."
I doubt i! His Highness has ever be!ore accorded such a
Iong interview to a simpIe mortaI, and I !eared l must be
presuming. At Iast, as shivering dawn whitened the window
panes, this !amous character, sung by so many poets and
served by so manyphiIosoghers who work !or his gIory with-
out knowing it, said to me . "As l want you to take away an
agreeabIe remembrance o! me, I -I, Satan him-eI!-am
goingtoproveto you, in spiteo!aIItheiIIthat is said o! me,
that l can sometimesbea good devil, to use one o!your popu
Iar expressions. To compensate you !or the irremediabIe Ioss
o! your souI, l shaII give you the same stake you wouId have
won i! chance had been with you, that is the possibiIity o!
aIIeviating and overcoming !or your entire Ii!e that strange
disease o! 8oredom which is the source o! aII your iIIs and
aII your miserabIe progress. Never shaI! you !ormuIate a wish
that I wiII not heIp you to reaIize, you shaII dominate your
vuIgar IeIIowmen, attery shaII be yours, and even adoration,
siIver,goId, diamonds, and!airypaIacesshaIIcomeseekingyou
out, begging to be accepted without your having to Ii!t a
hngerto obtainthem, youshaIIchangenationaIityand country
as o!ten asyour!ancy dictates , you shaIIknow aII the intoxica-
tion o! pIeasure, without satiety, in IoveIy Iands where it is
aIwayswarmandwherethewomensmeIIassweetastheowers
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-et cetera, et cetera. . . ," he added as he rose and dismissed
mewithakindIysmiIe.
lI l had not been aIraid oI embarrassing him beIore that
vastassembIy, l wouId wiIIingIy have IaIIen on my kneesatthe
IeetoIthis generous gambIer, to thank him Ior his unheard-oI
munihcence. 8ut aIter l had IeIt him, IittIe by IittIe, doubt
creptbackintomy breast , l noIonger daredtobeIieve in such
prodigious good Iortune
,
and when l went to bed that night,
idioticaIIy saying my prayers out oI habit and haII asIeep,
l murmured: "Uh, Codl !ord, my Codl Make the deviI keep
hispromisel "
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xxx
THE ROPE
To EDOUARD MANET
"ILLUSIONS," said my Iriend, "are as innumerabIe, perhaps, as
thereIations oImento each other and oImen andthings. And
when the iIIusion disappears, when, that is, we see persons
orthings as theyreaIIy are, detached Irom ourseIves, we have
astrange,compIexIeIing,haIIregretIorthevanishedphantom,
haI! agreeabIe surprise attheappearance oIthis noveI, oIthis
reaI thing. lI there is one obvious, ordinary, neverchanging
phenomenon oIa nature to make misapprehension impossibIe,
it is sure!y mother-Iove. It is as dicuIt to imagine a mother
withoutmother-Iove ?Iight without heat, is it not then per-
IectIy Iegitimate to attribute aII a mother's acts and words, in
regard to her chiId, to mother-Iove: And yet, Iet me teII you
this IittIe story in which you wiII see how I was singu!arIy
deceived by this most natura! iIIusion.
"8y myproIession as a painter l am impeIIed to scrutinize
attentiveIy every Iace, every physiognomythat comes my way,
and you know what deIight we painters take in that !acuIty
which gives more zest and signihcance to IiIe Ior us than !or
other men. ln the out o! the way neighborhood where I Iive,
and where great grassy spacesstIII separatethehouses, l used
to watch a certain IittIe boy whose eager, mischievous Iace
appeaIedto me morethan any oItheothers.He posed !or me
severaI times, and l wouId disguise him, sometimes as a IittIe
gypsy
,
sometimes as an ange!, sometimes as the mythoIogicaI
Cupid. I painted him with the vagrant musician's vioIin, wIth
the Crown o!Thons and the NaIIs oIthe Cross, and with the
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torch of Eros. Finally 1 came to take such delight in the young
ster's drollery that one day 1 asked his parents, who were very
poor, to let me keep him, promising to dress him well, to give
him a little money, and not to impose on him any tasks more
onerous than cleaning my brushes and running my errands.
After he had been well scrubbed, the boy was really charming,
and the life he lead with me seemed to him paradise compared
to that in his parent's wretched hole. Only 1 must say the
little fellow often astonished me by strange fts of precocious
melancholy, as well as by an immoderate craving, soon mani
festing itself, for sugar and spirits; it had come to such a
pass that one day when l had noticed that, in spite of my
many warnings
,
he had been pilfering again, l threatened to
send him back to his parents. l then went out and my afairs
kept me away for a considerable time.
"What was my horror and stupefaction when, opening my
door, the frst object that met my eyes was my little man, the
mischievous little companion of my life
,
hanging from that
wardrobe over there! His feet almost touched the ground; a
chair, which he had evidently kicked out of the way, was over
turned beside him; his head was convulsively twisted to one
side; his face swollen, and his eyes, wide open, stared with
a terrifying fxity that gave the illusion of life. To take him
down was not as easy a task as you might think. He was already
stif, and l felt an inexplicable revulsion to letting him drop
to the foor. l was obliged to sustain his whole weight with
one arm while, with my free hand, I cut the rope. But that was
not all; the little wretch had used such a thin rope that it had
sunk deep into the fesh, and to free his neck l had to dig for
the rope between the swellings with a pair of fne scissors.
"l neglected to tell you that 1 had, in the frst place
,
called
lustily for help; but my neighbors had refused to come to my
assistance, true in this to the prejudice of civilized man who,
l do not know why, will have no part in the afairs of the
hanged. Finally a doctor arrived who declared that the child
had been dead for several hours already. When later we had
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to undress hIm Ior burIaI, the body was so rIgId that, unabIe
to bend hIs IImbs, we were Iorced tocut hIs cIomes to remove
them.
"The poIIce sergeant, towhom naturaIIy l hadtoreportthe
suIcIde, eyedmenarrowIy, sayIng. 'SomethIngsuspIcIousIook
IngaboutmIs,' prompted, no doubt,bothby personaI bas and
the proIessIonaI habIt oI tryIng to strIke terror Into Innocent
andguIItyaIIke.
"The supreme task was stIII to be accompIIshed, the very
thoughtoIwhIchcausedmeanunbearabIeanguIsh. hIsparents
had to be toId. My Ieet sImpIy reIused to take me. At Iast l
summoned up aII my courage. 8ut to my great astonIshment
the mother remaIned unmoved, not a tear trIckIed Irom her
eyes. ! attrIbuted tIsto the extreme horrorshemustIeeI, and
l recaIIed the weIIknown sayIng. 'The deepest sorrows are
sIIent.' As Ior the Iather, haII churIsh, haII pensve, aII he
Ioundtosay was . 'WIIt's aII Iorthebest, l guess. He wouId
have come to a bad anywa,''
--
snatched fro
-
;h
, I could not without heartbreaking
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K bitterness tear myseIf away from the sea, so monotonousIy se-
ductive, soin5niteIyvaried in her tesim_Ii_ty and seem-
7 ingto contain andto representby aII herchangingmoods, the
angers, smiIes, humors, agonies and ecstasies ofaII the souIs
yured,
guIpedandswaIIoqvrit) _ayet, mst careIair in th
woHIepte in ecstasy Ior a Iong time. She had such a
gentIe, dreamy, EngIish and romantic way oI saying, 'l am
hungry.' And day and night, dispIaying the prettiest teeth
imaginabIe, she wouId repeat these words which so toud
and tickIed me atthe same time. l couId have made a Iortune
displaying her at street fairs as a polyphagous monster. I fed
herweIIbut, in spite oIthat, sheIeIt me. . .' -"For a whoIe
saIe grocer, no doubt:"-"WeII, something oI the sort, a
kind oI commissary cIerk who, by some juggIer`s trick known
onIy to himseII, is abIe to keep the poor chiId su|j_with
the rations oI severaI soIdiers. That, at Ieast, i ha l have
aIways supposed."
"As Ior me,"the Iourth one said, "lhave enduredthe most
atrocioussu6eringthroughthe exactopposite oIwhatisknown
and reproved as Ieminine seIhshness. l hnd it quite thankIess
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I '
'-
oIyou, Iar too IortunatemortaIs, to compIain oIthe imperIec-
tions oI yourmistresses l "
This wassaidinaII seriousness by aman with a gentIe and
pIacid air, and an aImost cIericaI physiognomy, but Iighted,
unIortunateIy,byverypaIegreyeyes , the sortoIeyesthatsay.
"! wish it l "or, "You must ! "or eIse, "! never Iorgive l "
"Nervousaslknowyoutobe,C cowardIyandIrivoIous
asyou
,
K. and1.bothare. . . iIyouhadbeenyokedtoacertain
woman I haveknown, youwouIdeitherhave run away, oryou
wouId now be dead. !, as you see, survived. !mainea son
incapabIe oI committing the Ieast IauIt, either oI j udgment or
snt; unagneadispositionoI ah_eIess sereni
; a devo-
1ounot simuIatedand withoutstress , gentIeness without weak-
nss, energy without vioIetee ThehiIy tms Iove air
o1m:esemb!s