THE TEMPLE OF CHANCE

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I sacrificed--for it is a sacrifice to forsake the incomparable play of

the stars and moon on the divine Mediterranean--I sacrificed a few

evenings of my stay in the land of the sun to the consulting of the most

mystic god of this world of ours in the busiest, the most gorgeous and

the most individual of his temples.

This temple stands down there, at Monte Carlo, on a rock bathed in the

dazzling light of the sea and sky. Enchanted gardens, where blossom in

January all the flowers of spring, summer and autumn, sweet-scented

thickets that borrow nothing from the hostile seasons but their perfume

and their smiles lie before its porch. The orange, most lovable of all

trees, the palm, the lemon-tree, the mimosa wreathe it with gaiety. The

crowds approach it by royal stairways. But, mark you, the building is

not worthy of the admirable site which it commands, of the delicious

hills, the azure and emerald gulf, the happy meadows that surround it.

Nor is it worthy either of the god whom it shelters or of the idea which

it represents. It is insipidly emphatic and hideously blatant. It

suggests the low insolence, the overweening conceit of the flunkey who

has grown rich but remains obsequious. Examination shows it to be

solidly built and very large; nevertheless, it wears the mean and sadly

pretentious air of the ephemeral palaces of our great exhibitions. The

august father of Destiny has been housed in a sort of meringue covered

with preserved fruits and sugar castles. Perhaps the residence was

purposely made ridiculous. The builders may have feared lest they

should warn or alarm the crowd. They probably wished to make it believe

that the kindliest, the most frivolous, the most harmlessly capricious,

the least serious of the gods awaited his worshippers on a throne of

cakes inside this confectioner's master-piece. Ah, no; a mysterious and

grave divinity reigns here, a wise and sovereign force, harmonious and

sure. He should have been throned in a bare marble palace, severe,

simple and colossal, high and vast, cold and spiritual, rectangular and

rigid, positive and overwhelming.

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