The opinions of Jérôme Coignard . wwant to change the tyrant ? Tournebroche, my son, answered he, Iacknowledge with a good grace that I have falleninto a contradiction. But this ambiguity, that youjustly point out in my words, is not as evil as thatcalled antinomy by the philosophers. Charron, inhis book on Wisdom, affirms that antinomiesexist which cannot be resolved. For my part, I am 68 jer6me coignard no sooner plunged in meditations of the kind than Isee in my minds eye half a dozen of these she-dcvils take each other by the nose and makepretence to tear each others eyes out, and one se
The opinions of Jérôme Coignard . wwant to change the tyrant ? Tournebroche, my son, answered he, Iacknowledge with a good grace that I have falleninto a contradiction. But this ambiguity, that youjustly point out in my words, is not as evil as thatcalled antinomy by the philosophers. Charron, inhis book on Wisdom, affirms that antinomiesexist which cannot be resolved. For my part, I am 68 jer6me coignard no sooner plunged in meditations of the kind than Isee in my minds eye half a dozen of these she-dcvils take each other by the nose and makepretence to tear each others eyes out, and one seesat once that one would never come to the endof reconciling these obstinate shrews. I lose allhope of making them agree, and it is their fault if Ihave not much advanced metaphysics. But in thepresent case the contradiction, my son, is merelyapparent. My reason always sides with the oldwoman of Syracuse. I think to-day what I thoughtyesterday. Only I have let my feelings run awaywith me and have yielded to passion as do EASTER EGGS Y father kept a cook-shop in the RueSt. Jacques opposite to St. Benoit-le-Betournd. I do not pretend that hehad any affection for Lent ; thesentiment would not have beennatural in a cook. But he observed the fasts anddays of abstinence like the good Christian that hewas. For lack of money to buy a dispensation fromthe Archbishop he supped off haddock on fast-days,with his wife, his son, his dog, and his usual guests,of whom the most assiduous was my good master,Monsieur IAbbe Jerome Coignard. My piousmother would not have allowed Miraut, our watch-dog, to gnaw a bone on Good Friday. That dayshe put neither meat nor fat in the poor animalsmess. In vain did Monsieur IAbbe Coignardrepresent to her that this was doing the wrongthing, and that in all justice, Miraut, who had no 69 yo THE OPINIONS OF share in the sacred mysteries of redemption, oughtnot to suffer in his allowance. My good woman, said this great man, it isfitting, that we, as
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