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The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume II (of 8)

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 2134    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

hirt front, in which the gold and precious stones of their studs glistened, and were looking at the boxes full of ladies in low dresses, covered with diamonds and pearls, and who were expanding li

e charms, of jewels, of luxury and of pretensions which showed itself off all round the Grand-Théatre, and one of th

young, and whose striking beauty seemed to appeal to the eyes in every corner of the house. Her pale complexion, of an ivo

her debut into society when she was quite a girl. She is ... she is ... thirty ... thirty-six." "Impossible!" "I am sure of it." "She looks twenty-five." "She has had seven children." "It is incredible." "And what is more, they are all seven alive, as she is a very good mother.

is it?" "I do not know anything about it. Mascaret leads a very fast life now, after having been a model husband. As long as he remained a good spouse, he had a shocking temper and was crabbed and easily

to in families, and then Roger de Salnis, who was still looking at Madame de Mascaret through his opera-glasses, said: "It is almost incredible that that woman has had seven children!" "Yes, in eleven years; after

her beauty, every hope of success, every poetical ideal of a bright life, sacrificed to that abominable law of repro

m in order that they may reproduce their species in a dirty manner, and then die like ephemeral insects. I said, reproduce their species in a dirty manner, and I adhere to that expression. What is there, as a matter of fact, more ignoble and more repugnant than that filthy and ridiculous act of the reproduction of living beings, against which all delicate minds always have revolted, and always will revolt? Since all the organs which have been invented by this economical and malicious Creator serve two purposes, why did he not choose others that were not dirty and sullied, in order to entrust them with that sacred mission, which is the noblest and the most exalted of all human functions? The mouth, which nourishes the body by means of material food, also diffuses abroad speech and thought. Our flesh revives itself by means of itself, and at the same time, ideas are communicated

ildren; just a beast that is

uch a pearl, born to be beautiful, admired, fêted and adored, has spent

ere is a great deal of truth in all that,

ignorant of the combinations of all kinds which are produced by his scattered germs. Human thought is a lucky little local, passing accident, which was totally unforeseen and condemned to disappear with this earth, and to recommence perhaps here or elsewhere, the same or different, with fresh combinations of eternally new beginnings. We owe it to this slight accident which

d, divine parturition?" "Naturally? A fortuitous function of the nerve-centers of our brain, like some unforeseen chemical action which is due to new mixtures, and which also resemble a pro

d resignation, so exacting, inquiring, agitated, tormented, would the world which was created to receive the beings which we now are, have been this unpleasant little dwelling place for poor fools, this salad plot, this rocky wooded

e are. Thought, which is developed by a miracle in the nerves of the cells in our brain, powerless, ignorant and confused

eat, or go hunting and eat each other, according to their instincts, for God never foresaw gentleness and peaceable manners; He only foresaw the death of creatures which were bent on destroying and devouring each other. Are not the quail, the pigeon an

have discovered and made everything, beginning with houses, then exquisite food, sauces, sweetmeats, pastry, drink, stuffs, clothes, ornaments, beds, mattresses, carriages, railways, and innumerable machines, besides arts

Eternal destinies, comprehensible by our minds alone, a sensual and intellectual distraction, wh

she not better as she is? But, speaking of her, does anyone know why and how her brute of a husband, having such a companion by his

lways sleeping with her was becoming too expensive in the end, and from reasons of dome

third act, and they turned round,

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