_(Faust's laboratory at Wittenberg)_
From the evolved ages I have reascended the stream and, with a heart
intoxicated by sublime designs, deserted the Hades and holy shades
where the soul is steeped in an ineffable calm.
Time has not bent the curve of my breasts. I am ever up and strong in
trial, I, the eternal virgin and eternal widow, glory of Hellas, among
war with its black tocsins.
O Faust! I come to you, abandoning the bosom of the Mothers! For you I
have left, on wings of the chimerae, the pale shades where he buried
the gods.
I bring for your love, from the depths of antique skies, my neck whose
lilies time has not vanquished and my voice made supple with prophetic
rhythms.
(Tr. 36)
Bourget, Maupassant and Loti are found in all the stations, offered
with the roast. Choose these authors at the same time as the cigars.
Bourget, Maupassant are found in all the stations.
(Tr. 37)
She is the victim and the little spouse.
(Tr. 38)
Truly, Monsieur Benoist approves of persons who have read Voltaire and
are opposed to Jesuits. He muses. He is partial to long controversies,
calmuniates priest and theriac.
He even was an orator at a Scotch lodge. Nevertheless--because his
lawful child believes in God--his little daughter, in white veils and
blue ribbon, received the sacrament. This required that several liters
at sixteen sous be drunk at the _bistro,_ among the filthy benches,
where the billiard man was sleeping, the waiters sprawling, and where
his little maid in floss-silk gloves was blushing.
Now, Benoist who colors at the sight of a churchman, shows some
pleasure at having seen, that morning, the marriage of the only son and
his young girl.
(Tr. 39)
The proud indolence of nights, perfumes and breasts.
(Tr. 40)
On Heaven's balconies in antiquated robes.
(Tr. 41)