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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les miserable by Victor

Hugo chapter

Ten essai Paris

Essai homo. To sum

it all up once more, the Paris Gamin of

today, like the gracilis of Rome in days gone

by, is the infant populace with the wrinkle of the old

world on its brow. The gamin is a

grace to the nation and at the same time a

disease. A disease which must be

cured. How?

By light. Light renders

healthy. Light kindles

all generous social irradiations spring from

science, letters, arts,

education. Make men. Make

men give them light that they may warm

you. Sooner or later, the splendid question

of universal education will present itself with

the irresistible authority of the absolute truth.

And then those, who govern under the superintendence

of the french idea will have to make this choice.

The children of France or the gamins of

Paris flames in the light, or will o'the

wisps in the gloom. The Gamin

expresses Paris, and Paris expresses the

world. For Paris is a

total, Paris is the ceiling of the

human race. The whole of this prodigious

city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living

manners. He who sees Paris

thinks he sees the bottom of all history, with heaven and

constellations in the intervals.

Paris has a capital, a town

hall, a parthenon, notre

dame, a mount Aventine, the

Faubourg Saint Antoine as

encinorium, the sorbonne of Pantheon,

the pantheon of Valle, sacre, the boulevard

des Italians, a temple of the winds

opinion and replaces the Gemini

by ridicule. Its majo is called

fraud, its travestarin is the man of the

faubourgs. Its hamel is the market

porter. Its lizzarone is the pay

grey. Its cockney is the native of

Ghent. Everything that exists

elsewhere exists in Paris. The

fishwoman of de Marseilles can retort on the herb

seller of Euripides, that is, Columbus.

Veringese lives again in the furisso. The

tightrope dancer

Therapontagonus. Miles could walk arm in

arm with Verobensiar, a grenadier.

Themasippus, the second hand dealer, would be

happy among bric a brac merchants.

Vincennes could grasp Socrates in its fist

as just as Agora could imprison Diderot.

Grimod de la Reynier discovered larded

roast beef as, curtilis invented roast

hedgehog. We see the trapeze which

figures in Plautus reappear under the vault of the

arclanthwal. A sword eater of

postilis, encountered by Apelleus, is a sword

swallower on the pont Neuve. The nephew of

Rameau and Cursilio, the parasite,

make a pair. Ergastelis

could get himself presented to chemiseras

by adegryphiel. The four dandies of

Rome, Alsus,

Marcuse, Podromis, Diabolus,

Argyripus descend from Cortil and

Lebitus posting chaise Ellis

Gelus would halt no longer in front of Congrio than

would Charles Nodier in front of Punchinello.

Marteau is not a tigress, but Partalisca

was not a dragon. Pantolobus

the wag jeers and the cafe Anglis at

Nomenus, the fast liver

Hermogenes is a tenor in the champelleses.

And round him, Thraseus, the beggar, clad

like bobace, takes up a collection. The

boar who stops you by the button of your coat. And the Tuileries

make you repeat. After a lapse of 2000 years,

thesbriands apostrophe quis

propranturum me prehendit

palio. The wine on the serene is a parody of

the wine of Alba. The red border of

d'Estiers forms a balance to the great cutting of

belitro para lachaise

exhales beneath nocturnal reins the

same gleams as the esquil. And the grave

of the poor, bought for five years, is certainly the equivalent of

the slaves hived coffin. Seek

something that Paris has not.

The vat of Trophinius contains nothing that is not

in Mesmers tub. Eryphilis lives

again in Cagalystro. The

brahmin vasafanta becomes incarnate in the Count

de Saint Germain. The cemetery of Saint

Medard works quite as good miracles as the

mosque of Umeni at Damascus.

Paris has an es Saint Mayo and a

Canadia. mademoiselle les Mormond.

It is terrified, like Delphus, at the full,

grating realities of the vision. It makes

tables turn, as Dundada did

tripods. It places the

grisette on the throne as Rome placed the

courtesan there. And taking it all

together. If Louis XV is worse than

claudian, Madame Dubarry is better than

Messalina. Paris combines in

an unprecedented type which has existed and which

we have elbowed. Grecian nudity,

the hebraic ulcer and the gascon pun.

It mingles diogenes, job and Jack

pudding, dresses up a spectre in old numbers of

the constitutional and makes Shadrach

Duklos, although Plutarch

says the tyrant never grows old.

Rome, under Scylla, as under Domitian,

resigned itself and willingly put water in its

wine. The tiber was a lethe.

If the rather doctrinary eugelium made of it by

verus vibiscus, is to be credited

contra gracos tiberum habeemas

bemira tiberum id est sedenotnam

oblivski. Paris drinks a million

liters of water a day, but that does not prevent it

from occasionally beating the general alarm and wringing the

toxin. With that exception,

Paris is amiable. It accepts everything

royally. It is not too particular about

its Venus. Its calipchy is hot and

hot, provided that it is made to

laugh, it condones

ugliness, cheers it. Deformity provokes it to

laughter, vice diverts it.

Be eccentric, and you may be in eccentric,

even hypocrisy. That supreme

cynicism does not disgust it.

It is so literary that it does not hold its nose before

basile and is no more scandalized by

the prayer of tartuffe. Than Horus was repelled by the hiccup of

Priapus. No trait of the

universal face is lacking in the profile of

Paris. The ballmobile is

not the polymnia dance of the

genicleum, but the dealer and lady is wearing

apparel. There devours the Lorette with her

eyes exactly as the

procuress staphyla lay in wait for the virgin

planusium. The barriere du combat

is not the colosseum, but people are as

ferocious there as though Caesar were looking on.

Assyrian hostess was more grace than Mother

Saguette. But if Virgil haunted the roman wine

shop, David, Dangars, Balzac and

Charlotte have sat at the tables of parisian

taverns. Paris

reigns. Geniuses flash forth

there the red tales prosper there.

Adonai passes on his chariot with its twelve wheels of thunder

and lightning. Silenus makes his entry there

on his ass for Silenus red

Ramponeau Paris is the synonym of

cosmos. Paris is Athens,

Cimbarus, Jerusalem, Pantan. All

civilizations are there in an abridged form,

all barbarisms also. Paris

would greatly regret it if it had not a guillotine.

A little of the place to grieve is a good thing.

What would all that eternal festival be without this

seasoning? Our laws are wisely provided,

and thanks to them, this blade drips on the shrove

Tuesday.

Thank you for joining Byte at a time books today while we

read a bite of one of your favorite classics.

Again, my name is Brie Carlisle and

I hope you come back tomorrow, for the next bite

of Le Miserable.

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