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I have not been able to get your article on Badinguet. I am planning to read it at your house. As regards reading, I have just swallowed ALL the odious Joseph de Maistre. They have saddled us enough with this gentleman! And the modern socialists who have praised him beginning with the saint- simonians and ending with A. Comte. France is drunk with authority, no matter what they say.
But I do not keep them for mere curiosity. Each of them is the Soul of the tribe to which it belongs. This, for example my Cluseret is the Soul of all the gray parrots; that that you see yonder Badinguet, I call him is the Soul of the hawks; this, my Mimi, is the Soul of the little yellow-crested kingfisher.
He then took up the parable in a didactic tone with the phraseology culled from the notices posted each day on the walls, and finished up with a flourish of eloquence in which he scathingly alluded to "that blackguard of a Badinguet." But Boule de Suif fired up at this for she was a Bonapartist. She turned upon him with scarlet cheeks and stammering with indignation, "Ah!
It seems to me that in Sainte-Beuve's place I should have said, "That displeases you, let us talk no more about it." He lacked manners and poise. What disgusted me a little, between ourselves, was the way he praised the emperor to me! yes, he praised Badinguet, to me! And we were alone! The princess had taken the thing too seriously from the beginning.
Whatever he may have been to the outer world, poor old Badinguet seems to have been a Providence to his forty-two cousins and to his personal friends. He carried out Sidney Smith's notion of charity put his hand into someone else's pocket, and gave away what he stole liberally.
What can one say of the socialists who imitate the proceedings of Badinguet and of William: requisitions, suppressions of newspapers, executions without trial, etc.? Ah! what an immoral beast is the crowd! and how humiliating it is to be a man! I embrace you! CLXXXVI. TO GEORGE SAND. Croisset, Monday evening, two o'clock. Dear master, Why no letters? Haven't you received mine sent from Dieppe?
By this time the whole car, won over by Jean's manly attitude, had deserted Chouteau, who cowered back in his seat as if not anxious to face his opponent's big fists. "And I care no more for Badinguet than I do for you, do you understand?
When he is called Badinguet, he lies on the ground ashamed and despairing, and sulks all the evening. LXXV. TO GEORGE SAND 1st January, 1868 It is unkind to sadden me with the recital of the amusements at Nohant, since I cannot share them. I did not say it was necessary to suppress the heart, but to restrain it, alas!
I did not forget to tell the Emperor that Delsarte was wildly excited on receiving the present his Majesty had sent him last year. I wandered considerably from the truth, as, in reality, Delsarte, who is not Napoleonic in his politics, had said when I gave it to him, "Comment! c'est Badinguet qui m'envoit cela.
That's really... what is one to say to that?... Je suis un for fat, un Badinguet, un man pushed to the wall...." And at the same time a sort of capricious complacency, something frivolous and playful, could be seen in the midst of all these plaintive exclamations. In the evening we drank too much again. ABOUT A WEEK had passed, and the position had begun to grow more complicated.
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