Chapter 4

Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Dreams, instead of living Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live Fortunate enough to keep those one loves God forgive the timid and the prattler! Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity He almost regretted her How sad these old memorics are in the autumn Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes It was all delightfully terrible! Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure Never travel when the heart is troubled! Not more honest than necessary Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Paint from nature Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Redouble their boasting after each defeat Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood Take their levity for heroism Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings The leaves fall! the leaves fall! The sincere age when one thinks aloud Tired smile of those who have not long to live Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Very young, and was in love with love Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart Were certain against all reason When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about

COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET

COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V1 [IM#50][im50b10.txt]3963

Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Mediocre sensibility No flies enter a closed mouth Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension That you can aid them in leading better lives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas Thinking it better not to lie on minor points Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs

COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V2 [IM#51][im51b10.txt]3964

Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Despotism natural to puissant personalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to have been born Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered

COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V3 [IM#52][im52b10.txt]3965

One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved That suffering which curses but does not pardon

COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V4 [IM#53][im53b10.txt]3966

Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil

ENTIRE COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET [IM#54][im54b10.txt]3967

Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Despotism natural to puissant personalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to have been born Mediocre sensibility Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself No flies enter a closed mouth Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation That suffering which curses but does not pardon That you can aid them in leading better lives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil Thinking it better not to lie on minor points Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered

JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC)

JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V1 [IM#55][im55b10.txt]3968

Great interval between a dream and its execution Music--so often dangerous to married happiness Old women--at least thirty years old! Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for Small women ought not to grow stout Sympathetic listening, never having herself anything to say The bandage love ties over the eyes of men Waste all that upon a thing that nobody will ever look at Women who are thirty-five should never weep

JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V2 [IM#56][im56b10.txt]3969

A mother's geese are always swans Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Fred's verses were not good, but they were full of dejection Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering His sleeplessness was not the insomnia of genius Importance in this world are as easily swept away as the sand Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Pride supplies some sufferers with necessary courage Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did This unending warfare we call love Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed

JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V3 [IM#57][im57b10.txt]3970

As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Death is not that last sleep Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity) The worst husband is always better than none

ENTIRE JACQUELINE BY BENTZON (MME. BLANC [IM#58][im58b10.txt]3971

A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering A mother's geese are always swans As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Death is not that last sleep Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity) Fred's verses were not good, but they were full of dejection Great interval between a dream and its execution Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern His sleeplessness was not the insomnia of genius Importance in this world are as easily swept away as the sand Music--so often dangerous to married happiness Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Old women--at least thirty years old! Pride supplies some sufferers with necessary courage Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for Small women ought not to grow stout Sympathetic listening, never having herself anything to say The bandage love ties over the eyes of men The worst husband is always better than none This unending warfare we call love Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed Waste all that upon a thing that nobody will ever look at Women who are thirty-five should never weep

THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN

THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V1 [IM#59][im59b10.txt]3972

Happy men don't need company Lends--I should say gives Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone The looks of the young are always full of the future You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands

THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V2 [IM#60][im60b10.txt]3973

Came not in single spies, but in battalions Men forget sooner Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly

THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V3 [IM#61][im61b10.txt]3974

All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Obstacles are the salt of all our joys People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first The very smell of books is improving There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you

ENTIRE THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN [IM#62][im62b10.txt]3975

All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Came not in single spies, but in battalions Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Happy men don't need company Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Lends--I should say gives Men forget sooner Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves Obstacles are the salt of all our joys One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire The very smell of books is improving The looks of the young are always full of the future There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you

FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET

FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V1 [IM#63][im63b10.txt]3976

Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed He fixed the time mentally when he would speak Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain no compliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture The poor must pay for all their enjoyments

FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V2 [IM#64][im64b10.txt]3977

Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs Wiping his forehead ostentatiously

FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V3 [IM#65][im65b10.txt]3978

Abundant details which he sometimes volunteered Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Void in her heart, a place made ready for disasters to come Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned

FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V4 [IM#66][im66b10.txt]3979

A man may forgive, but he never forgets Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips

THE ENTIRE FROMONT AND RISLER, BY DAUDET [IM#67][im67b10.txt]3980

A man may forgive, but he never forgets Abundant details which he sometimes volunteered Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen He fixed the time mentally when he would speak Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain no compliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings The poor must pay for all their enjoyments The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture Void in her heart, a place made ready for disasters to come Wiping his forehead ostentatiously Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned

GERFAUT, BY CHARLES DE BERNARD

GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V1 [IM#68][im68b10.txt]3981

Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Recourse to concessions is often as fatal to women as to kings Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush) When one speaks of the devil he appears Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator

GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V2 [IM#69][im69b10.txt]3982

I believed it all; one is so happy to believe! It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Misfortunes never come single No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another These are things that one admits only to himself Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time You are playing 'who loses wins!'

GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V3 [IM#70][im70b10.txt]3983

Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Despotic tone which a woman assumes when sure of her empire Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Regards his happiness as a proof of superiority She said yes, so as not to say no

GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V4 [IM#71][im71b10.txt]3984

Attractive abyss of drunkenness Obstinacy of drunkenness

THE ENTIRE GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD [IM#72][im72b10.txt]3985

Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Despotic tone which a woman assumes when sure of her empire Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! I believed it all; one is so happy to believe! It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Misfortunes never come single No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another Obstinacy of drunkenness Recourse to concessions is often as fatal to women as to kings Regards his happiness as a proof of superiority She said yes, so as not to say no These are things that one admits only to himself Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush) When one speaks of the devil he appears Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator You are playing 'who loses wins!'

CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT

CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V1 [IM#73][im73b10.txt]3986

As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few As ignorant as a schoolmaster Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! Intelligent persons have no remorse It is only those who own something who worry about the price Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action

CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V2 [IM#74][im74b10.txt]3987

For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime In his eyes everything was decided by luck Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared

CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V3 [IM#75][im75b10.txt]3988

It is the first crime that costs Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained You love me, therefore you do not know me

CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V4 [IM#76][im76b10.txt]3989

He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more One does not judge those whom one loves She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain

THE ENTIRE CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT [IM#77][im77b10.txt]3990

As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! In his eyes everything was decided by luck Intelligent persons have no remorse It is the first crime that costs It is only those who own something who worry about the price Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared One does not judge those whom one loves People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action You love me, therefore you do not know me

MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI

MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V1 [IM#78][im78b10.txt]3991

Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Seeking for a change which can no longer be found

MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V2 [IM#79][im79b10.txt]3992

Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find When the inattentive spirits are not listening

MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V3 [IM#80][im80b10.txt]3993

Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved

MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V4 [IM#81][im81b10.txt]3994

Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them

THE ENTIRE MADAME CRYSANTHEME BY LOTI [IM#82][im82b10.txt]3995

Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Seeking for a change which can no longer be found Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process When the inattentive spirits are not listening Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved

AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE

AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE, V1 [IM#83][im83b10.txt]3996

Brought them up to poverty Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh!" Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Defeat and victory only displace each other by turns Did not think the world was so great Do they understand what makes them so gay? Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness Every one keeps his holidays in his own way Favorite and conclusive answer of his class--"I know" Fear of losing a moment from business Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent Her kindness, which never sleeps Hubbub of questions which waited for no reply Moderation is the great social virtue No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give Our tempers are like an opera-glass Poverty, you see, is a famous schoolmistress Prisoners of work Question is not to discover what will suit us Ruining myself, but we must all have our Carnival Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation What a small dwelling joy can live

AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY E. SOUVESTRE, V2 [IM#84][im84b10.txt]3997

Always to mistake feeling for evidence Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought Fortune sells what we believe she gives Make himself a name: he becomes public property My patronage has become her property Not desirous to teach goodness Power of necessity Progress can never be forced on without danger So much confidence at first, so much doubt at last The man in power gives up his peace Virtue made friends, but she did not take pupils We are not bound to live, while we are bound to do our duty

AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY E. SOUVESTRE, V3 [IM#85][im85b10.txt]3998

Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cures him!' Are we then bound to others only by the enforcement of laws Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face Contemptuous pride of knowledge Death, that faithful friend of the wretched Houses are vessels which take mere passengers I make it a rule never to have any hope Ignorant of what there is to wish for Looks on an accomplished duty neither as a merit nor a grievance More stir than work Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Richer than France herself, for I have no deficit in my budget Satisfy our wants, if we know how to set bounds to them Sensible man, who has observed much and speaks little Sullen tempers are excited by the patience of their victims The happiness of the wise man costs but little We do not understand that others may live on their own account What have you done with the days God granted you You may know the game by the lair

ENTIRE AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY SOUVESTRE [IM#86][im86b10.txt]3999