The Savoy . face, which contrastswith the bloodlike nudity of her lips. In place of the vain gown, she has abody ; and the eyes, though like rare stones, are not worth the look that leapsfrom the happy flesh: the breasts, raised as if filled with an eternal milk, arepointed to the sky, and the smooth limbs still keep the salt of the primalsea. Remembering their poor wives, bald, morbid, and full of horror, thehusbands press fonvard: and the wives, too, impelled by melancholy curiosity,wish to see. When all have looked upon the noble creature, vestige of an epoch alreadyaccursed, some, indiffer


The Savoy . face, which contrastswith the bloodlike nudity of her lips. In place of the vain gown, she has abody ; and the eyes, though like rare stones, are not worth the look that leapsfrom the happy flesh: the breasts, raised as if filled with an eternal milk, arepointed to the sky, and the smooth limbs still keep the salt of the primalsea. Remembering their poor wives, bald, morbid, and full of horror, thehusbands press fonvard: and the wives, too, impelled by melancholy curiosity,wish to see. When all have looked upon the noble creature, vestige of an epoch alreadyaccursed, some, indifferent, not having the power to comprehend, but others, THE FUTURE PHENOMENON 99 whelmed in grief and their eyelids wet with tears of resignation, gaze at eachother ; whilst the poets of these times, feeling their dead eyes brighten, dragthemselves to their lamps, their brains drunk for a moment with a vagueglory, haunted with Rhythm, and forgetful that they live in an age that hasoutlived beauty. George A LITERARY CAUSERIE: ON SOME NOVELS, CHIEFLY FRENCH NOVEL used once to be a story. When the story requiredpadding, the novelist would introduce descriptions ofscenery, philosophical reflections, and other irrelevantmatters. To-day, especially in France, the country ofgood fiction, a novel is rather an essay, in which the paddingconsists of irrelevant fragments of story, introduced whenthe descriptions and reflections run short. Take, for instance, Zolas lastbook, the immense, fatiguing Rome, as fatiguing as a Cooks personallyconducted tour through the actual city. It has been said that Zola haswritten a bad story, that his talent is in collapse. Not in the least. He hasnot tried to write a story at all, he has (unfortunately for his readers) writtenan encyclopaedical essay on Rome, on the Rome of the Caesars, of the Popesof the Renaissance, of the modern Kings ; on Catholicism as a system, on itssocial and political influence, on its ancient history and its prospects for t


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