Thus, in a certain measure, you would conjure away possible disgust." "No, one would never get it out of one's head that with the woman of whom one was enamoured one would experience carnal delights absolutely different from those which one feels with the others, so your method also would end badly.

And too, the women who would not be indifferent to one, have not charity and discretion enough to admire the wisdom of this selfishness, for of course that's what it is.

But what say, now, to putting on your shoes?
It's almost six o'clock and Mama Carhaix's beef can't wait." It had already been taken out of the pot and couched on a platter amid vegetables when they arrived.

Carhaix, sprawling in an armchair, was reading his breviary.
"What's going on in the world ?" he asked, closing his book.
"Nothing.

Politics doesn't interest us, and General Boulanger's American tricks of publicity weary you as much as they do us, I suppose.
The other newspaper stories are just a little more shocking or dull than usual .-- Look out, you'll burn your mouth," as Durtal was preparing to take a spoonful of soup.
"In fact," said Durtal, grimacing, "this marrowy soup, so artistically golden, is like liquid fire.