CHAPTER XXX

A PECULIAR AND MOURNFUL SPECTACLE

Women with their feminine pride visit the iniquities of the fools upon

the men of sense, and those of the prosaic, prosperous and brutal upon

the noble-minded. A very pretty result--you'll agree!

The petty considerations of pride and worldly proprieties are the

cause of many women's unhappiness, for, through pride, their parents

have placed them in their abominable position. Destiny has reserved

for them, as a consolation far superior to all their misfortunes, the

happiness of loving and being loved with passion, when suddenly one

fine day they borrow from the enemy this same mad pride, of which they

were the first victims--all to kill the one happiness which is left

them, to work their own misfortune and the misfortune of him, who loves

them. A friend, who has had ten famous intrigues (and by no means

all one after another), gravely persuades them that if they fall in

love, they will be dishonoured in the eyes of the public, and yet this

worthy public, who never rises above low ideas, gives them generously a

lover a year; because that, it says, "is the thing." Thus the soul is

saddened by this odd spectacle: a woman of feeling, supremely refined

and an angel of purity, on the advice of a low t----, runs away from

the boundless, the only happiness which is left to her, in order to

appear in a dress of dazzling white, before a great fat brute of a

judge, whom everyone knows has been blind a hundred years, and who

bawls out at the top of his voice: "She is dressed in black!"

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