"Sentimental" by Villiers de L'Isle-Adam (excerpts)
"respect me when I recently examined, a lot, when I compare myself." (Mr. Whoever)
On a spring evening, two young, way Lucienne Emery and the Count de Maximilien W ***, were sitting under the big trees of the Avenue des Champs-Elysées. [...]
Maximilien, we learned the tragic end, was a poet of extraordinary talent. In addition, it was beautiful and good manners. His eyes reflected the light of intelligence, charm, but as precious stones, a little 'cold.
[...] Suddenly, Ms. Emery gently took the hand of her lover:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not sembra, friend mio> you> said, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;that, ceaselessly troubled by impressions artificial, as it were, abstract, great artists - like you - end up reducing itself may actually be torment or delight that their fate? At the very least, results in discomfort - that there would appear insensitive - the personal feelings that life puts you in a position to try .[...] The Art certainly must pursue you with a constant concern even in the love and pain. By dint of analyzing the complexity of these same feelings, you have too much fear of not being perfect in your events, is not it? lack of accuracy in exposing your turbo ...[...] Art therefore lead to a cure? ... The thing I preccupa>>. I
[...]\u0026lt;\u0026lt; completely dissipate your doubts about it, "smiled Mr. W ***. [...]
fibers brain affected by feelings of joy or sorrow seems, you say, how to loose in the artist, through the intellectual excesses of emotion that the cult of the daily needs? I, on the contrary, the judge sublime, these fibers mysterious! The other men appear to be most successful with tenderness, passion more free, more short series? ... But I tell you that peace of their own bodies, some more 'obscured by instinct, brings them to market, for supreme emotional expressions, simple outpourings of animality.
argue that their hearts and their brains are served by the nerve centers that, buried in a deep sleep routine , resonate with the vibrations far less numerous and more of our deaf .[...] In short, we perceive the sensations common [...] with the same sensitivity than anyone else. Yes, natural event, of instinctive feeling, we feel, physically, like everyone else! But only the top we feel so human!
It 'almost impossible to express his immediate extensions in us that makes us seem like paralyzed, almost always, in many circumstances .[...] Think how much distance separates us from those primitive ages of Sentiment, by so much time lost at the bottom of our minds! [...]
of respect for the right concept of Sincerity dobbiao be sober in gesture, scrupulous in word, in the reserved enthusiasm, contained in despair .[...] I resign myself to not be so common , had deserve the contempt of the good people who (perhaps rightly) consider themselves more instead of me. All however, seem now more or less disgusted to try anything. I hope that There will soon be four or five theaters for which capital, offering a performance significantly better than in the reality of the events of normal life, maybe not all will cause even more worth living. When you are passionate about or want to move, we will book a stage, it will be easier.
conclude by saying that when one says that, with regard to one of us, beating his chest as if to numb the emptiness he feels in himself " He has too much brains to have heart!" first is ; quite probable that this would become red with shame, if he says he has "have too much heart to the brain!" , which proves that in the end we have chosen the worst part, by the admission of the person who blames him there. Also, have you noticed what this phrase becomes, to a careful examination? It 'like saying, "This person is too well educated to take the trouble to have good manners." What are good manners? And 'what the common people, like the man very well educated, will never know, despite all the codes of puerile and honest civilization.
So that this phrase, naively, Is not nothing but jealousy and instinctive, as it were, certain melancholy in the presence of our natures. A separate , after all, is not diversity, is an infinite .>>
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