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"Brolles, August 21, 1869." He was not acquainted with the labours of Darwin, with those of Dr. Hermann Muller, nor with the observations of Sir John Lubbock. It is worthy of note that the conclusions of Monsieur Sylvestre Bonnard are very nearly similar to those reached by the three scientists above mentioned.
Lastly: an interior dans le monde; a home illustrious in Paris for the richness of its collections bric-a-brac, fans, porcelain, furniture, modern pictures; the walls frescoed by Pierre Bonnard and his compeers; a black marble balcony with an incomparable view in the very middle of the city. Here several worlds encountered each other: authors, painters, musicians, dilettanti, administrators.
To all are familiar those circumambient black lines that are intended to give definition to forms and to reveal the construction of the picture. For almost all the younger artists, Bonnard is an obvious exception affect that architectural method of design which indeed has generally been preferred by European artists.
And still nothing was heard, not a sound; the damp breath of the darkness alone ascended as from the deep silence of the tomb. Thereupon Morange resorted to action. "I must go down; I must find Bonnard. Can you picture us falling through that hole to the very bottom? No, no, this cannot be allowed. Either he must close this trap or return to his post. What can he be doing? Where can he be?"
Sylvester Bonnard would of course not be without his cane; nor would any other true book-worm, as may be seen any day in the reading-room of the British Museum and of the New York Public Library. It is, indeed, indisputable that canes, more than any other article of dress, are peculiarly related to the mind.
After she had sipper her ice-water for a few moments whether because her whim had suddenly changed, or because my loneliness aroused her pity, I did not know she walked directly to me. "Good-day, Monsieur Bonnard," she said. "How do you do? What strange chance enables us to meet again in this frightful country?" "This country is not frightful, Madame," I replied.
This task was difficult enough in all conscience; the mind of Bonnard is subtle, delicate, and creative, and it has needed subtlety, delicacy, and not a little creative power, to give us even a glimpse of it.
His selections and decisions were instinctive and immediate. He trusted his reactions implicitly. Also, there is nothing that could possibly be called whimsical, nothing critical or self-critical, about him. Bonnard, on the other hand, must be one of the most painstaking artists alive. He comes at beauty by tortuous ways, artful devices, and elaboration.
She sat down at the table, opened a large copybook, and, taking out Maitre Mouche's letter again from under her pelerine, where she had placed it, looked at it, and began to write. "'Bonnard' with a 'd, is it not?" she asked. "Excuse me for being so particular; but my opinion is that proper names have an orthography.
All very fine, Master Bonnard! you have been so deeply interested in observing your ward, that you have been forgetting you are her guardian! You began only this morning to exercise that function; and you can already see that it involves some very delicate and difficult duties.
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