. Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . I hadwitnessed the other side of things, the bad side; Ihave not been able to perceive the good side sincethat day. What things have passed in my mind,what strange phenomena have warped my ideas, I donot know. But I no longer have a taste for anything,a wish for anything, a love for anybody, a desire foranything whatever, no ambition, no hope. And I canalways see my poor mother lying on the ground, inthe avenue, while my father was maltreating mother died a few years after; my father livesstin. I have not seen h
. Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . I hadwitnessed the other side of things, the bad side; Ihave not been able to perceive the good side sincethat day. What things have passed in my mind,what strange phenomena have warped my ideas, I donot know. But I no longer have a taste for anything,a wish for anything, a love for anybody, a desire foranything whatever, no ambition, no hope. And I canalways see my poor mother lying on the ground, inthe avenue, while my father was maltreating mother died a few years after; my father livesstin. I have not seen him since. Waiter, a *bock/ WAITER, A BOCK 253 A waiter brought him his bock, which he swal-lowed at a gulp. But, in taking up his pipe again,trembling as he was, he broke it. Then he made aviolent gesture: •Zounds! This is indeed a grief, a real grief. Ihave had it for a month, and it was coloring sobeautifully! Then he went off through the vast saloon, whichwas now full of smoke and of people drinking, call-ing out: ** Waiter, a *bock—and a new pipe. PAULS MISTRESS. HE Restaurant Grillon, a small com-monwealth of boatmen, wasslowly emptying. In front ofthe door all was tumult—cries andcalls — and jolly rowers in white flan-nels gesticulated with oars on ladies in bright spring toilettesstepped aboard the skiffs with care, andseating themselves astern, arranged theirr^S^ dresses, while the landlord of the establish-es^ ment, a mighty, red-bearded, self-possessed in-^y^* dividual of renowned strength, offered his hand> to the pretty creatures, and kept the frail craftssteady. The rowers, bare-armed, with bulging chests, tooktheir places in their turn, posing for their gallery asthey did so — a gallery consisting of middle-classpeople dressed in their Sunday clothes, of workmenand soldiers leaning upon their elbows on the parapetof the bridge, all taking a great interest in the by one the boats cast off from the landingstage. The oarsmen
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