azov
11-16-2003, 10:19 PM
One morning, a few months ago, when my servant brought me some summer honey and a glass of milk to my bedside, she handed me an unpleasant letter. . . . Therefore the odour ofhoney and milk, so evocative of fresh flowers and fields, was spoilt that morning for me; and it was some time before I slipped on that beautiful Japanese dressing gown, which I shall never see again, and read the odious epistle.
That some wretched farmers and miners should refuse to starve, that I may not be deprived of my demi-tasse at Tortoni's; that I may not be forced to leave this beautiful retreat [Paris], my cat and my python - monstrous. And these wretched creatures will find moral support in England; they will find pity.
Pity, that most vile of all vile virtues, has never been known in me. The great pagan world I love knew it not. Now the world proposes to interrupt the terrible austere laws of nature which ordain that the weak shall be trampled upon, shall be ground into death and dust, that the strong shall be glorious, sublime. . .
-- George Moore, "Confessions of a Young Man."
That some wretched farmers and miners should refuse to starve, that I may not be deprived of my demi-tasse at Tortoni's; that I may not be forced to leave this beautiful retreat [Paris], my cat and my python - monstrous. And these wretched creatures will find moral support in England; they will find pity.
Pity, that most vile of all vile virtues, has never been known in me. The great pagan world I love knew it not. Now the world proposes to interrupt the terrible austere laws of nature which ordain that the weak shall be trampled upon, shall be ground into death and dust, that the strong shall be glorious, sublime. . .
-- George Moore, "Confessions of a Young Man."