Isn’t Paris a vast field constantly whirled around by a hurricane of vested interests beneath which a monsoon of humans swirls about, whom death reaps more frequently than it does elsewhere? And aren’t these humans always reborn just as tense as before, their faces contorted and twisted, divulgin...
The question of stopping is really a decision of moral considerations. To what extent are you intoxicated by the actual act, so that you are beguiled by it? To what extent are you charmed by its inner life? And to what extent do you then really approach the intention or desire that is really outs...
An obdurate father ‘VERE shoult ve go?’ asked Kolb, when they were a few miles along the main road to Paris. ‘Marsac,’ David answered. ‘Since we’re half way there I’m going to make a last appeal to my father’s feelings.’ ‘I myself voult razer leat a tcharche against a pattery of cannonss. Monsie...
MARCASTo Monseigneur le Comte Guillaume de Wurtemberg, in token of the author’s respectful gratitudeI NEVER saw anyone, even among the remarkable men of our time, whose appearance was more striking than this man’s; studying his physiognomy inspired, first, a sense of melancholy and, ultimately, a...
When we think of the enormous number of volumes that have been published on the question as to where Hannibal crossed the Alps, without our being able to decide to-day whether it was (according to Whittaker and Rivaz) by Lyon, Geneva, the Great Saint-Bernard, and the valley of Aosta; or (accordin...