追忆似水年华

In answer to his wife's question about Morrel, I suddenly remembered a conversation with my mother in the afternoon. Yes, she did not dissuade me from going to the Vildeland's house, if it would distract me, but she reminded me that my grandfather certainly did not like the place. When it was mentioned, he had to shout, "Be careful!" My mother said, "Listen, Dean Dulley and his wife told me that they had lunch with Mrs. Bondang. I wasn't asked for anything. But I understand that her aunt may dream of marrying Albertina. I think the real reason is that you are very enthusiastic about them all. Also, they think you can bring her luxury, people more or less know that we have family relations, I think these things have nothing to do with this family, although the second. I didn't want to tell you about it because I wasn't sure, but I thought somebody would talk to you about it sooner or later. I'd better have a word first." What about you? What do you think of her? I asked my mother. I'm not going to marry her. Marriage events, you can choose a thousand times stronger object. But I think if your grandmother wants to, she certainly doesn't like people to influence you. Now, I can't tell you how Albertina is. I can't tell you. I tell you like Mrs. De Sevigny:'She has many advantages, at least I think so. But at the beginning, I would only praise her with derogation. She's not like that at all. She doesn't have the tone of Ryan at all. After a while, I might say, "She's such a person." As long as she can make you happy, I will always feel good about her." But as far as these words are concerned, my mother has put me in a dilemma by delaying the decision of my own life. I had such doubts. At that time, my father allowed me to see Fidel. The most important thing is that he allowed me to be a literati. I immediately felt that I had too much responsibility to make my father afraid. Sad, coupled with the past is used to obeying, all of a sudden do not have to obey, inevitably produce melancholy, want to have a command from the left to the right, for a long time, so that they can not see the future, at this time, it is clear that finally, like an adult, we can really live a decent life, at the disposal of each of us. Life that no one else can replace.

Perhaps it would be better to wait a little longer and have a look at Albertina first, as in the past, so as to find out as much as possible whether I really love her or not. I could take her to the Vildiran's house to relax her, and then I remembered that the only reason I came to the Vildiran's house tonight was to know if Mrs. Putterbus lived here or was about to come. But anyway, she wasn't at dinner. About your friend St. Lou, "Mrs. de Campbell said to me, using a set phrase to show that she had a coherent mind, but what she said was incredible, because if she was talking to me about music, she was thinking about the Galmonts." You know, everyone was talking about him and the Galmonts. The marriage of Mrs. Prince's niece. I want to tell you that I don't care a bit about those people in the social world. I was terrified to talk about the strange young girl in front of Robert, whose mediocrity of thought and the violence of temperament could be equated. Almost none of the news we have heard does not make us regret anything we have said. I answered Mrs. de Campbell, that's true. I don't know anything about it, and I think his fiancee is still very young." Maybe that's why it wasn't officially done; but anyway, people talked a lot about it." I have to speak to you first, "Mrs. Vildiran said to Mrs. de Campbell coldly, because she heard Mrs. de Campbell talk to me about Morrel, and when Mrs. de Campbell whispered to me about St. Lou's engagement, Mrs. Vildiran thought she was still talking to me about Morrel." People don't just hum a tune here. Artistically, you know, my Wednesday guests, but I call them my children, and they're so scary to venture in, "she adds with great dignity." Sometimes, I say to them,'My little darling, you can walk faster than your old lady, although she never thinks that courage is necessary to frighten people. Every year, we have to make progress; I think that day will come soon, to pursue Wagner and Dandy, and they will never move again. But progress is good, and there is not enough time for it, "said Mrs. de Campbell, observing every corner of the restaurant carefully, trying to identify what her mother-in-law left behind, to see what Mrs. Vildiran brought, and to think of catching Mrs. Vildiran's sexual mistakes on the spot. However, she changed her way to talk to me about the topic she was most interested in, Mr. de Charles. She feels very touching that he protects a violinist." It looks like he's smart. A man who is old enough is overzealous. Aged? But he doesn't look old. You see, his hair is still tender." For three or four months, the word "hair" has been used in singular form. It is the beginning of an anonymous family. These anonymous people are good at marking new ideas and promoting the new trend of literature. As a result, like Mrs. de Campbell, people who have a radius of movement speak of the singular form of "hair" and have no choice but to put on a silk. Smile dry. Nowadays people still talk about "hairline", but things will go against each other when they are extreme, and if the singular number is too much, the plural number will be restored. I am particularly interested in Mr. de Charles, "she continued." I feel gifted in him. I want to tell you that I don't care about learning. I'm not interested in what I've learned." These words do not contradict Mrs. de Campbell's special value, which is imitated. But there is one thing that people must know at this moment. Knowledge is insignificant. Compared with originality, it is not as important as a straw. Mrs. de Campbell has learned something, and knows not to learn anything." That's why, "she said to me." Brishaw, although he has a peculiar side (because I'm not afraid of interesting learning), but my interest in him is greatly diminished. But Brishaw, at this moment, feared only one thing: he shuddered at the sound of music, lest a word should remind Mrs. Vildiran of the death of Deschampur. He wanted to interrupt a little to divert the sad memory. Mrs. de Campbell gave him the opportunity to ask the question: "So, where there are forests, they are always named after animals?"

"Oh no," Brishaw answered. He was willing to show his erudition in the face of so many new acquaintances. Among all these new knowledge, I told him that one would be interested in him anyway. As long as you look at it, there are many names of trees in people's names, just like ferns in coal. We have a veteran named Mr. de Sols de Francine, which, if correct, means a place where Salixetfraxinetum is planted, and his nephew, Mr. de Selfe, has more trees in his name because his name is Selfe, the tropical rainforest. The scientific name is Sylva. Saniette was glad to see the conversation so heated. Now that Brishaw talked endlessly, he could keep silent, lest he become the laughingstock of the Vildirans. Immersed in the joy of liberation, he became more sensitive. He heard that Mr. Vildiran, despite the grand atmosphere of such a feast, told the hotel foreman to put a large bottle of water beside Saniette, knowing that he did not drink any other beverages except water, and that gratitude was born. (If a general wants his soldiers to die, he needs them to eat well.) Mrs. Verdiland laughed at Saniette once at all. In the final analysis, they are all good people. He may not suffer any more. At this time, a guest interrupted the dinner. I forgot to mention the guest. He is a famous Norwegian philosopher. He speaks French very well, but very slowly. For two reasons, first, because he has just learned French and is reluctant to make mistakes (but he still makes a few mistakes). Every word he says seems to have been checked. Next, as a metaphysician, he always thinks about what he wants to say when he speaks, so that even a Frenchman will become slow and orderly. Moreover, he is an interesting person, although he looks no different from others, except for one thing. The man spoke very slowly (there was a silence between each word), but as soon as he said his goodbye, he pulled out his legs and walked away. The speed of his movements was confusing. At first glance, people thought that he had broken his stomach. Perhaps there was something more urgent. Genji Tales

"My dear colleague," he said to Brishaw, after much deliberation as to the appropriateness of the word "colleague," I had a desire to know if there were other trees in Normandy, the French-Latin term of your beautiful language. Madame (he wanted to say Mrs. Vildiran, though he dared not look at her) told me you knew everything. Is it not the right time? No, it's time to eat, "interrupted Mrs. Vildiran as she watched the dinner go on and on." Ah! All right, "said the Scandinavian, burying his head in the plate and grinning bitterly.

"But I have to let my wife see if I can be such a questioner --- sorry, such a question and answer --- because tomorrow I have to go back to Paris to have dinner at the Galactic Tower or at the Merris Hotel. My French colleague, Mr. Butleu, is going to tell us a few spiritual enchantments there. I'm sorry, he's going to master the spiritual enchantment of alcohol. The Silver Tower Hotel is not as good as they say, "said Mrs. Vildiran angrily." I had a couple of dinners there. It was terrible. Is it wrong for me to say that the food I eat at my wife's house is not the most delicate French cooking? My God, it's not bad, "Mrs. Verdiland answered, softening her voice." It would be better if you came again next Wednesday. " But I'm leaving for Algiers on Monday, and from there I'm going to the Cape. Once I get to the Cape of Good Hope, I will never see my famous colleagues again - sorry, I will never see my colleagues again." After making this series of apologies, he obediently ate quickly. But Brishaw was so complacent that he was able to provide other plant etymologies and answer questions that the Norwegian listened so much that he stopped eating again and made a gesture that he could remove his full plate and replace it with a dish: "One of the forty academicians named Usai, "It means holly land," Brishaw said. "A veteran diplomat and his name is D. O'Mersson. You find that his surname contains elm trees, which are valuable to Virgil. So he named Ulm Elm City. Among his colleagues'surnames, Mr. De Labray, birch, Mr. De One, birch, De Bisier, first. Sheng, Huangyang; Mr. Albary, sapwood cuttings (which I am determined to tell God); Mr. de Shawley, cabbage; and the apple tree, which grew on the surname of De La Pomley, we have heard him give a report, Saniette. You remember that at that time, the kind Borrel was sent to the ends of the earth and went to Odeonia for business. Is the governor of the province? When Brishaw called Saniette's name, Mr. Vildiran gave his wife and Godard a sarcastic look *, dispelling the look of timidity *. You just said that Shawley's family name came from cabbage, "I said to Brishaw." I went to East Sierra. The first stop I passed was St. Frisho. Did it also come from cabbage? No, San Frisho originated in Sanctus Fructuosus, just as Sanctus Ferreolus became St. Farrow, but it's not Normandian at all. He knows so much that he's tired of us, "said Mrs. Prince Geiger with a laugh." I'm interested in many more surnames, but I can't ask you a question in one breath." So I turned to Godard: "Is Mrs. Puttbus here?" I asked him. No, thank goodness, "Mrs. Vildiran answered when she heard my question." I tried to persuade her to change her direction and go on holiday to Venice, and this year we got rid of her."

"I also have the right to two kinds of trees myself," said Mr. de Charles, "because I have almost mastered a small house, between St. Martin the oak tree and St. Pierre the yew." So it's very close to here. I hope you'll come often with Charlie Morrel. You just have to negotiate with our small group about the bus ride. You're only two steps from East Sierra, "said Mrs. Vildiran, who hates it most that people don't come by the same train and can't pick up people by car. She knows how hard it is to get to Las Player. Besides, it has to take seven turns and eight turns after Ferdinand. It has to be delayed for half an hour. She is afraid that the solo guests will not find a car to send them. Even though they are still at home and have not started, they can excuse themselves from not finding a car in Dover-Ferdinand. Words are not self-conscious and can't walk through. In the face of Mrs. Vildiran's invitation, Mr. De Charles only owed himself in silence." He may not be good at speaking every day. His face stiffened up, "the doctor whispered to Tsky. Although the doctor pretended to be arrogant on the surface, he was still very simple in fact. He did not try to hide the fact that Charles put on an old man's airs in front of him." Of course, he did not know that in all the coastal cities, even in the clinics in Paris, I was naturally the `great leader'of the doctors, who were honored to introduce me to all the distinguished guests present, who met me respectfully. In this way, every time I go to a seawater bath sanatorium, I have a very comfortable life, "he said very relaxedly." Even in Eastern Sierra, the military doctor in the regiment, who was responsible for the treatment of the colonel, invited me to lunch with him, and he said to me that I could have dinner with the general, whose name was De Er, who was a respectable gentleman anyway. I don't know if his title of nobility is old or shallow compared with that of the baron. Forget it, it's a pitiful title, "Tsky answered in a half-low voice, and then said something vague. I only heard the last syllables of the verb"Burning"because I was busy listening to Brishaw's conversation with Mr. de Charles." Impossible, I regret to tell you that you have only one tree. If St. Martin's Oak is obviously Sanctus Martinus Juxsta Quercum, on the contrary, the word purple shirt'if'is probably just the root, what'ave','eve', which means damp, like Aveyro. N) Well, Lodeve, Yvettc. Now we have the word "ev viers" in the kitchen. You can also see the residual root of "ev". In Brittani,'Ster'means'water', what's' Stelmia','Sterlae','Stelbaester','Dressans'. I didn't finish because, although I was quite willing to hear the name of Stelmia, I could not help hearing Godard's speech. I sat next to him and he whispered to Tsky, "Ah! But I don't know. So, this is a gentleman who knows life. Yes? He's an associate! But his eyes were not wrapped in ham. I have to watch out for my feet under the table. He's got me wrapped up. Nevertheless, I will still be suspicious. I saw a lot of noble showers, like Adam's, naked. They were more or less corrupt and degenerate. I don't talk to them because I'm a public official. If I do that, I'll hurt myself. But they know exactly who I am." Saniette, who had just been frightened by Brishaw's greeting, was relieved at last. He looked as if someone was afraid of thunder, but he never heard thunder when he saw lightning. When he heard Mr. Vildiran ask him, he saw Mr. Vildiran's eyes staring at him, but the one who caught the bad luck did not. Willing to relax, as long as you dare to talk so that Lao Tzu does not come down, as long as you dare to talk back so that Lao Tzu brain can not turn. But you keep it from us. You often go to the Odeon Theatre to see the matinee, Saniel? Just as the recruit was challenged by the old soldier, Saniette shivered all over, trying to make a short story as long as possible, so that he might be lucky to avoid being beaten up: "Once, in Rathanks." What did he say? Mr. Vildiran roared, angry and frowning, as if nothing had been done to understand the mystery. First of all, people can't understand what you're saying. What's in your mouth? Mr. Vildiran asked that the tone was becoming more and more intense, suggesting that Saniette had a defective pronunciation. Poor Saniez, I don't want you to upset him, "said Mrs. Vildiran, with a hypocritical tone of pity, so that no one would have any doubt about her husband's wild and unreasonable recklessness." I'm in Lash... Shi..." She... She... "Make it as clear as possible," said Mr. Vildiran, "I can hardly hear you." Almost all the regular visitors here can't help laughing, and they have become a group of flesh-eating bandits. In the bandit's den, as long as a white man has a wound on his body, his Bloodthirst will be intolerable. Because the lack of imitation instinct and courage controls all living beings and the upper class. Everyone laughs at a person who is laughed at. Even ten years later, he was respected in his circle, and everyone respected him. It's the same as the people driving out the king or cheering the king." Look, it's not his fault." Mrs. Vildiran said. It's not my fault. If I can't speak clearly, I can't imagine having dinner in the city. What do I think of Watt's "The Spiritual Female Explorer"? What do you call Rathanks, the Spiritual Female Explorer? Ah! It's wonderful that I can't find it for a hundred years, "cried Mr. Vildiran, but if he heard someone say the full name of a work, he might be able to conclude at once that someone was not a literary or an artist." For example, it should be said that "the sick" and "the noble man" can be supplemented by the full name of "the sick man" and "the noble fan", which proves that they are not "people in the circle". Similarly, in a salon, Mr. de Montesquieu was described as de Montesquieu-Fsanzac, which shows that he is not a man of high society. " But it's not that great, "said Saniette, breathless with excitement, but he laughed, even though he didn't want to laugh. Mrs. Vildiran burst out her voice: "Yo! No, "she cried, laughing furiously." You know, no one in the world would have thought that it was "The Spiritual Female Explorer." Mr. Vildiran spoke again, mildly, to Saniette and Brishaw: "Besides, it's a good play, The Spiritual Female Explorer." This common saying, with a solemn tone, can't find any signs of harmful words. It not only gives Saniette a good feeling, but also makes him feel kind. It not only arouses his gratitude, but also radiates his cordiality. He could not say a word, and Meizizzi was silent. Brishaw had more mouths." That's true, "he answered Mr. Vildiran." If the play were to be regarded as the work of Salmat or a Scandinavian writer, one might recommend The Spiritual Female Explorer to fill the gap in the masterpiece. But it's hard to say anything about the noble Fava's dead. He has no Ibsen temperament. (Norwegian philosophers blush to their ears at the thought of Norwegian philosophers, who have difficulty in colouring because he can't figure out what kind of plant the yellow poplar really is. Brishaw mentioned the yellow poplar tree in his last name when he talked about the Bisier man just now.) What's more, Borrell is now ruled by a faithful believer in Tolstoy, so it's possible for us to watch Anna Karenina or Resurrection in the Odeon Theatre.

Fava (1710-1792), French dramatist and director, one of the founders of French comedy opera. The main plays are: Three Sultan Queens, The Spiritual Female Explorer, Bastian and Bastiana.

(2) Salmat: A nation living in the southern part of Russia to the eastern part of the Balkans from the fourth century B.C. to the fourth century A.D.

"You say Fava, I know his portrait," said Mr. de Charles. At Countess Morley's house, I saw a beautiful picture of her. The name of Countess Morley impressed Mrs. Vildiran very much. Ah! You've gone to Mrs. De Morley's house, "she exclaimed. She thought to herself that people would say "Countess Morley" and simplify it to "Mrs. Morley", just as she had heard of the Roons, or out of contempt, as she had said herself: Mrs. Latermoir. She had no doubt that Countess Morley, who knew the Queen of Greece and Princess Gabriella no less than anyone else, had the same right to possess the preposition of "de" (de), an aristocratic preposition. On one occasion, she decided to bestow the preposition of aristocracy on a person who was very glorious and intimate with her. So, in order to fully show that she said so intentionally, and not bargaining with the countess, "De", she said, "But I have no idea you know Mrs. De Morley!" In this way, a double distinction has been reached: Mr. de Charles knows the lady, and Mrs. Vildiran does not know that he knows her. However, the upper class, or at least Mr. de Charles said, constitutes a relatively homogeneous, closed whole. Similarly, it is not difficult to deal with, in the vast world of bourgeois deformity, what a lawyer said to a comrade who knew his own colleagues: "What a hell, how did you make such a man?" On the contrary, if you are surprised that the French understand the meaning of "temple" or "forest", there is nothing more remarkable than to admire the chance encounter between Mr. de Charles and Countess Morley. Moreover, even if they did not fully conform to the natural law of social intercourse, if they met by chance, what would it be strange that Mrs. Verdiland did not know about it? Since she had only met Mr. de Charles for the first time, and since it was about Mr. de Charles, his relationship with Mrs. Morley was far from the only thing she did not know. To be honest, she did not know anything about him. What's playing this Spiritual Female Explorer, my little Saniette? Asked Mr. Vildiran. Although I felt the storm was over, the old archivist was too slow to answer. But you frightened him like that again, "said Mrs. Vildiran." You laughed at everything he said, but you asked him to answer. Hey, you say, who did this? They're going to bring you some meat jelly back, "said Mrs. Verdiland, alluding to the bankruptcy, Saniette wanted to pull a friend out of bankruptcy, and he himself was in bankruptcy." I just remember Mrs. Samari playing Sebina, "said Saniette." Sebina? What is this? Cried Mr. Vildiran, as if he were burning his buttocks." It's a part of the repertoire *. Look at Captain Fracas and the people who boast about it say he's like a nerd. Ah! Bookworm, you are a bookworm. Sebina! But he's a little nervous, "cried Mr. Vildiran. Mrs. Verdiland looked at her guests with a smile, as if to forgive Saniette." Sebina, he thought everyone would soon understand what that meant. You and Mr. de Longbier are the best fool I know. One day, he said to us kindly,'Barnard', and nobody could make out what he wanted to say. Finally, it became clear that it was originally a province of Serbia." The torture of Saniette was over. I saw that Pisaniette was still suffering. I asked Brishaw if he knew what Barbeck meant. Balbeck probably evolved from Darbeck, "he said to me." It should be possible to look up the statutes of British kings and the Charter of Normandy's feudal monarchs, because Balbeck belongs to Baron Duffer's territory. Because of this, people often say that Balbeck is overseas and Balbeck is onshore. But Baron Duffer's territory itself belonged to the Bishop of Bayer, although the Knights of the Temple had temporary power over the monastery. From Louis de Argus, he was Bishop of Jerusalem and Bishop of Bayer, and it was the Bishops of this parish who had power over Balbeck's property. This is what the elder of Duville explained to me. He was bald, eloquent, illusory, and food-conscious. He lived in a belief in Bria-Savaran. He explained to me in some obscure language a little uncertain teaching method and invited me to eat delicious fried potatoes." Brishaw's face was full of smiles, showing his wisdom and learning. He could melt the wind into a pot and talk about the same thing. At this time, Saniette was searching for a witty word to save his defeat. This is the so-called "homophonic game", but the form has changed, because "homophonic game" and literary genres are evolving, the old customs are out of date, the new fashion is popular, and so on. In the past, "homophonic games" took the form of "peak building". But this form is out of date and nobody uses it anymore. Only Godard was playing "Pick" from time to time and said, "Do you know what it is like to be absent-minded? It's to think of Nantes as an English woman. The game of "the best of the past" has been replaced by other nicknames. But in fact, it's the same old homophonic game, but people don't think so because nicknames have become fashionable.

The word "l'edit" in French can be homophonic with the word "lady" (madam, lady) in English. Because of absent-mindedness, it naturally becomes a ridiculous joke which is not related to the best of the world to regard Nantes as an English woman. The so-called "Royal Decree of Nantes" refers to the decree of religious tolerance promulgated by King Henry IV of France in Nantes in 1598.

Unfortunately, for Saniette, if his "homophonic games" were not his own, and were often unheard of by the little core, he said timidly, though with a laugh to show the humor of the word game, none of them understood the mystery. However, if, conversely, homophonic words were invented by him, they were usually found in conversation with an old visitor, who played them for himself many times, so that the mystery is well known, and it is not like Saniette's creation. Similarly, when he whispered about his own word game, people accused him of plagiarizing other people's works because he was the author. Then, "Brishaw went on," Bec means a river in Normandy dialect; there's Baker Monastery; Mobec, which means a swamp, such as in Morville or Bricquemar, A. Alvimare, Cambremer, Bricquebec, the so-called "high river" originated from "briga", i.e. reinforcing places, such as in Bricpueville, in Bric-quebosc, in Lebrec, in Bricquebec. In Briand, or from Brice, bridges are like German'bruck'(lnnsbruck), English'bridge', and many English place names are suffixed with them (Cambridge, etc.). In Normandy, there are many other'Bakers': Caudebec, Bolbec, Robec, leBec-Hellouin, Becquerel. This is the form of Normandy dialect in Germanic. The Germanic name'Baker'is'bach', the so-called'Offenbach','Anspach' cloud and cloud; Varaguebec comes from the ancient word'varaigne', which is equivalent to the forbidden hunting area, forest and pond. As for dal, "Brishaw added," it's a form of'thal', meaning valley: what Darnetal, Rosendal, and even Becdal, near Luvier. The river with Beckdal's name is also charming. Looking from the cliff (fels in German, not far from here, on a high ground, you can see the beautiful cliff city), it looks as if it is close to the top of the church bell tower, but in fact, it seems to set them off against the horizon.

"I always think," I said, "that's what Elstier likes very much. I've seen several drawings like that in his house. Elstier! Do you recognize Disch?" Mrs. Vildiran exclaimed." But you know, I have only recently known him in the depths of my friendship. God bless me, I can't see him any more. No, but you can ask Godard and Brishaw. There's always a complete set of cutlery for him at my table. He used to come every day. It can be said that he is a person who will never leave our little core in any case. Later, I will show you the flowers he painted for me; you will see that there is a great difference from what he painted today. I don't like his paintings at all. I don't like them at all. Oh, of course! I asked him to paint a portrait of Godard, not to mention everything he did according to my intentions. But he painted a lilac hair on the professor, "Mrs. Godard said, forgetting that her husband had no academic title even for a college teacher." I don't know, sir. Did you notice that my husband has Lavender hair? That's all right, "said Mrs. Vildiran, raising her chin, showing contempt for Mrs. Godard, and appreciating the people she talked about." This is a great painter, an excellent painter. At the same time, "she began to talk to me again." Since he didn't come to my house, he has exhibited fabricated goblins and tall machines. I don't know if you call them paintings. Let me say, I call it Hu Painting. It's the same old style, and it lacks stereo sense and personality. There's nothing strange in it. He restored the elegance of the eighteenth century, but he was also a modernist, "said Saniere impatiently, and, thanks to my kind encouragement, he revived his flag." But I prefer Eller. It's not related to the Eller's horse and bull, "said Mrs. Vildiran." No, it's fanatical about the eighteenth century. This is a Vatto steam engine, "he said and laughed." Oh! I've heard of it, I've heard it for a long time. A few years ago, people mentioned it to me, "Mr. Vildiran said. It's true. Tsky once told him this homophonic joke, but it seems that he made it up by himself." Unfortunately, you said something interesting to understand this time, but unfortunately you didn't make it up by yourself. It makes me sad, "Mrs. Vildiran added," because that's a talented man, but he's ruining a very simple painter's personality. Ah! If he stayed here, he would be the best landscape painter in the world. It was that woman who made him do this! However, this does not surprise me, because this man is cute, but also vulgar. In fact, this is a mediocre person. I tell you, I felt this from the beginning. In his heart, he never touched my heart. I like him very much, that's all. First of all, he's dirty! You like that, don't you? You guys, you guys never wash yourselves? How delicious is the food we eat? What is it? Asked Tsky. It's called strawberry whipped cream, "said Mrs. Vildiran.

"It's really beautiful - extremely beautiful. Someone should open a few bottles of Margo, Lafite and Porto. I can't tell you how happy he is for me. He only drinks water, "Mrs. Vildiran said, laughing and laughing at the past. She was shocked by such extravagance." But it's not for drinking, "Tsky added." You fill our glasses, and we all bring you delicious peaches and huge nectarines: well, facing the sunset, it's almost as gorgeous as a beautiful Venezuelan painting. " It's just as expensive, "muttered Mr. Vildiran." Get rid of these cheeses, they're all colourless,* he said, and he went to pull his boss's dishes, but the owner did his best to defend his own Groyergans. You see, I don't hate Elstel, "Mrs. Vildiran said to me." Elstel has talent. Elstier is the personification of diligence. He can work tirelessly as long as he wants to paint. It's a good student. It's a horse for the race. Tsky, he's just on the spur of the moment. You see, a cigarette must be smoked during dinner. But I don't understand why you don't want to receive his wife, "Godard said." Otherwise, he'll be here as usual. " Look at what you said. Would you be polite? I mean, you, I don't receive sluts, Mr. Professor, "said Mrs. Vildiran, who, on the contrary, had managed to bring Elstel in, even his wife. But before the couple got married, she tried every means to provoke their relationship. She told Elstier that the woman he loved was silly, dirty, frivolous and had stolen the east. But this time it failed to split up. Elstier broke away from Vildiran Sharon instead; he rejoiced in the good and bad, just as the converts rejoiced in illness or frustration, which threw them into the Hermitage and showed them the way to the salvation of their souls." It's impeccable, Professor, "she said." Don't declare publicly that my salon is a house of trysts. But it seems that you don't know what Mrs. Elstell is. I'd rather have the ugly girls! Ah! No, I won't eat this rotten bread. And I want to tell you that since my husband is no longer involved with me, it would be foolish for me to turn my mind to his wife. Time passes by, so why should I repeat the old saying? It's unusual for a man to have this talent, "Godard said." Oh! "No," Mrs. Vildiran answered, "even though he was talented, that scoundrel, and indeed he was talented and super-talented, he was not at all enlightened by his anger." Mrs. Vildiran made such a hasty comment on Elstel before they turned their faces and lost interest in his paintings. This is because, even then, he was still a member of a small group, and it often happened that Elsteir was mixed with such women all day long, for whatever reason or not, Mrs. Verdiland always thought the woman was a "silly woman", which, in her opinion, was not the behavior of a smart man. No, "she said, with a fair look on her face." I think his wife is a perfect match for him. God knows that I have never seen a creature more annoying than hers in the world. If I were to stay with her for two hours, I would be mad. But it was said that he thought she was smart. Indeed, it must be admitted that our Dish is so foolish! I saw him panicked by some people who you can't imagine, who were confused by some big fools and would never want them in our small circle. Hey, good! He wrote to them, and he talked to them, he, Elstier! That's not in the way of fascination, ah! Charming, charming, and naturally absurd." Because Mrs. Vildiran believed that a truly outstanding person would do a thousand foolish things. There is also some truth in the gap between ideas. Of course, it is intolerable for people to do "foolish things". But there is a kind of mental disorder, which can only be found after a long period of observation. It is the result of a profound and subtle change in one's mind. People are not born to adapt to the subtlety of this change, so that the weirdness of lovely people is annoying, but almost none of them is lovely. Strange." Ah, I can show you the flowers he painted right away, "he said to me, because she saw her husband implying to her that she could leave. So she took up Mr. de Campbell's arm again. As soon as Mr. Vildiran left Mrs. de Campbell, he wanted to ask Mr. de Charles for forgiveness, to explain to him the reasons, and especially to talk to a person with a title about the subtleties of upper-class social interaction, a person with an aristocratic title, who is now inferior to those designated for him, but They decided that he had the right to occupy the good position they had assigned him. But first of all, he would like to show Mr. de Charles his spiritual esteem for Mr. de Charles. I dare not imagine that he would pay attention to the trivial things in this area: "Forgive me for talking to you about these trivial things," he began, "because I guess you don't care about it. The city's smallholders are very fussy about it, but the rest of the world, the artists, the real insiders, don't care about it at all. However, after a few words, I understand that you are the man in the door! _____________ As for Mr. De Charles, his understanding of this idiom was beyond strings, and he was shocked. The genius doctor's eyes *, now the man's insulting frankness makes him stare. Don't be modest, my dear sir. You are a Neanderthal, just like the day is bright, "said Mr. Vildiran." Please note, I don't know if you are practicing art or anything, but it's not necessary. There is no time to be satisfied. De Shangbu, who has just died, plays seamlessly and with great strength and skill, but he is not yet an insider, so people think he is not an expert. Brishaw is no expert. Morrel is a professional. My wife is a professional. I think you are a professional. What do you mean to tell me? Mr. de Charles interrupted and began to feel relieved about what Mr. Vildiran wanted to say, but he hoped that such puns would not be so loud." We just arranged you to the left. Mr. Vildiran said. Mr. De Charlus, with a smile on his face, was tolerant and considerate, and answered kindly, "Come on, it's nothing special. It's here!" He smiled, a secret recipe of his ancestry - perhaps inherited from one of his grandmothers in Bavaria or Lorraine, who inherited it intact, so that it remained unchanged from generation to generation for centuries, still resounding like the Forbidden City in ancient European palaces. They appreciate its wonderful sound quality as they appreciate the sound quality of some rare ancient musical instruments. Sometimes, in order to depict a person in an all-round way, it is necessary to describe a person like Mr. De Charles with his voice and face. If we do not add this very subtle and frivolous smile, I am afraid there will be some shortcomings. For example, some of Bach's works have never been accurately expressed at all, because each of them has not been accurately expressed at all. The Orchestra lacks such singular trumpets, and the composer has carefully written several pieces of music for such trumpets.

"But," explained Mr. Verdiland hastily, after being stabbed, "that was deliberately arranged. I don't care about titles of nobility,"he added, laughing contemptuously. I've seen a lot of them. How many people I know. When I greet my grandmother and my mother, I smile like this whenever I see something they don't own. In front of those people, they think, they can never borrow light to make a comparison. I have a better position." But in the final analysis, since Mr. de Campbell is present, and since he is a marquis, you are only a baron..." Allow me to say, "Mr. De Charlus, with a haughty air of reverence to Mr. Vildiran, alarmed him." I am also the Duke of Brabant, the Little Knight of Montdage, Prince Oleron, Prince Carrance, Prince Vilgio, Prince Dina. But that's absolutely nothing to do with it. Don't torture yourself, "he added, with his shrewd smile again. Speaking of the last few words, he simply smiled." I saw it all at once. You're not used to it. "

This is another homophonic game. Watteau, a famous French painter in the 18th century, is a homonym with watt, the inventor of steam engine.

Mrs. Vildiran came to show me the flowers painted by Elstier. If I had not taken it seriously for a long time, then going to the city for dinner was the opposite. On the contrary, it made me totally intoxicated and refreshed. I went sightseeing along the coast, rocked up by car, two hundred metres above the sea, and was so intoxicated that Las Plier was still alive. ” Look, look at me, "the hostess said to me, showing me Elstel's elegant rose painting, but the bright red of the roses faded away because of the heavy oil on the flower bed where the roses were inserted." Do you think he's going to have it? That's great! What's more, how beautiful the paint is, it's really interesting to smear it. I can't tell you how interesting it is for him to draw these things. People feel that he likes to pursue such an effect. The hostess's gaze lingered vacantly on the artist's gift, which not only embodied his great talent, but also condensed their long-term friendship, which had vanished except for the souvenirs he left her; this flower was picked for her in the past. Behind the flowers, she seemed to see the wonderful hand that painted the flowers again. It was early morning. The flowers had just been picked and placed on the table. People were leaning on the armchair of the dining room. People had flowers on their faces. When the hostess had lunch, the roses were still bright and the rose paintings were half-exposed. It's only half-exposed because Elstier had to transplant flowers into the inner garden where we had to stay before we could see them and paint. In this watercolor painting, he shows what he sees, and without him, no one else can see the saintness of roses; therefore, it can be said that this is a new variety, the painter, like a creative horticulturist, enriched the rose family with this new variety. He's been dead since the day he left the core. It was as if my dinner had wasted his time, as if I had hindered his ability, "she said sarcastically." It seems that frequent visits to women like me are not good for an artist! " She moved and shouted with pride. Mr. de Campbell, who was close to us, had already sat down. When he saw Mr. de Charles standing, he made a slight gesture of getting up to show him his seat. In the marquis's mind, it may be polite to give up your seat in this way. But Mr. De Charles wanted to give it a sense of duty, just as an ordinary gentleman knows that he has such an obligation to a prince, and does not think that it is better to refuse to give up his seat in order to establish his own prerogative. So he shouted, "But what's the matter? Don't mention it! Ah ah!" This kind of strong and sophisticated protest, with the style of "Gelmont" and the commanding, useless and cordial movements, is even more sharp. Mr. De Charles used this set of movements to put his hands on Mr. De Campbell's shoulders as if to force him to sit down again, in fact. He didn't stand up." Ah! Look, my dear,'said the Baron in an aggravated tone,'there's no such thing! There's no reason! This year, we have left this set to the princes of descent. I did not express much enthusiasm for their residence, neither touching Mrs. Vildiran nor exciting Mrs. and Mrs. Campbell. Because I was indifferent to the wonderful things they pointed out to me and the wonderful things they inspired my vague memories; and even a few times, I spoke to them bluntly and admitted that I was disappointed that the place names had aroused my imagination, but I couldn't find anything worthy of the name. I was annoyed by Mrs. de Campbell because I told her that I felt like I was in the countryside. On the contrary, the hall-dressing smell coming from the door stopped me. I think you like airflow, "they said to me. A broken window glass was sealed with a green * golden silk shiny taffeta poplin. I praised the cloth, but it did not achieve greater success. How abominable! Cried the Marquise. Worse still, I said, "My greatest joy was the time I came. When I heard my footsteps echoing in the corridor, I couldn't figure out whether to enter the office of Zhengg House in the village. There was a map of the border area on it. I thought I had entered the remote area. This time, Mrs. de Campbell turned her face flatly." You don't think it's too bad, do you? Her husband asked her lovingly, caring as if he knew how his wife had suffered a tragic treatment. There are beautiful things." For example, when you are excluded from other people's homes by others, you will feel that their families and houses are worthless when reliable rules of likes and dislikes fail to set fair boundaries: "Yes, but they are not allowed to do so." What's more, it's so beautiful that it's just like that?"" You've seen it already, "said Mr. de Campbell, with a certain firmness in his grief." Several of Rui's paintings show the thread, and the shabby stuff in the salon! " And this big rose cloth, like the foot-covering cloth of a country lady, "said Mrs. de Campbell, whose culture, which was used entirely for decoration, was idealistic philosophy, impressionist painting and Debussy music. Not only did she seek luxurious fame, but also the elegant name of interest, she said, "They have hung small curtains! The style is out of order! What can you do? These people, they don't understand. Where did they learn from? Maybe some big businessmen are out of business. It's not bad for them." "That Candlestick looks beautiful to me," said the Marquis. People don't know why he excluded it. Similarly, whenever people talk about churches, whether it's Chartres Cathedral, Remus Cathedral, Amian Cathedral, or Balbeck Cathedral, he always inevitably struggles for praise. "The appearance of the organ, the preaching platform and the benevolent cause." As for the garden, don't mention it, "said Mrs. de Campbell." Dazha scenery. It's just some crooked stretching trails."

I took advantage of Mrs. Vildiran's coffee invitation and glanced at the letter that Mr. de Campbell had given me, in which his mother invited me to dinner. Few words, but calligraphy has a personality *, since then I can recognize Song from other handwriting, it is not necessary to resort to special hypothesis technology, just like a painter, it is not necessary to create rare paints according to secret recipes to express his unique imagination. Even if a disabled person suffers from agraphia due to shock, and is unable to read or read, he will understand that Mrs. de Campbell belongs to an ancient family. Her family culture, which is keen on literature and art, has brought fresh air to the aristocratic tradition. He could also guess when the Marquis learned to write and play Chopin's works. In that era, educated people followed the rules of politeness and three adjectives. A complimentary adjective is not enough for her. She uses the second (after the dash) and then the third (after the dash). But what is different is that in De Campbell's note, the successive three modifiers do not strengthen layer by layer, but weaken layer by layer. Mrs. de Campbell told me in her first letter that she had seen Saint Lucia and had never so much admiration for his "unique - Precious - real" qualities. She also said that he might come back with a friend of his (exactly the friend who fell in love with his daughter-in-law), and that if I wanted to. Italian Ferdinand would feel "happy - happy - satisfied" if they weren't there for dinner. Perhaps it was because in her mind, the fertile imagination and the rich vocabulary did not match the hospitality. The lady praised and sighed three times, one time weaker than the other, and the other sighed and sighed became a weakening echo. As long as there is a fourth adjective, the original hospitality will probably disappear. Finally, if you want to be brief and concise, it is impossible not to be impressed in the family or even in the circle of relations. Mrs. de Campbell has developed a habit of replacing the word "sincere" with the word "real", because sincerity eventually has the appearance of "false". In order to fully express something that is actually sincere, she often breaks the traditional collocation of words. According to the convention, "real" should be placed before nouns, but she boldly puts it after nouns. Her letters often end like this: "Please believe that my friendship is real." Please believe that my enthusiasm is real. Unfortunately, such a format is so fixed that it gives the impression of being frank and polite that it is worse than the old one, because people no longer deduct the meaning of the old one. Besides, I was disturbed in reading letters, and there was a vague voice of conversation. Among them, Mr. De Charles had four high voices in Menway. He grabbed hold of his topic and said to Mr. Campbell, "You want me to sit in your seat, which reminds me of a gentleman. It's like congratulations that he sent a letter this morning. Letter: "'Revealed by His Highness Baron de Charles', the letter's head is'Sir'." To be honest, your correspondent is a bit exaggerated, "Mr. de Campbell answered with a deliberate laugh. Mr. de Charles laughed at him; but he did not share his laughter." But in essence, my dear,'said Mr. de Charles,'Please note that it is he who tells the truth from the point of view of the article; I don't touch on anybody's question, you think so. I said it as if it involved another person. But what can you do about it? History is history. We can't help it, and it's not up to us to revise it. I don't want to mention Emperor William to you. In Kiel, I've been calling me Lord. I've heard that it's too much for him to call all the Dukes of France that way, but it's probably very simple, a subtle concern that goes beyond our head's focus on France. "Delicate and somewhat sincere," said Mr. de Campbell. Ah! I disagree with you. You've noticed, personally, that the last nobleman, like Hohensolen and a Protestant, deprived my nephew Hanover of his pleasure, "added Mr. de Charles, as if Hanover was more important to him than Alsace-Lorraine." But I believe in this tendency, the emperor sincerely wants to be friendly with us. Only fools will tell you that he is an emperor who plays on occasion. On the contrary, he is extremely clever. He did not understand painting and forced Mr. Chudi to withdraw Elstier's work from the National Museum. But Louis XIV did not like Dutch painters, but also liked magnificence. He was still a great monarch. And William II, from the land and naval point of view, armed his country, but Louis XIV did not do so, I hope his rule will never repeat the same mistake, now commonly known as the Sun King's monarch's rule because of repeated setbacks in the end of the eclipse. As far as I can see, the Republic has made a great mistake by refusing Hohensolen's good intentions, or by calculating only his courtesy. If he knows this, and with his unique expressive genius, he said:'If you want it, shake hands, you don't raise your hat. As a man, he is despicable; he abandons, betrays, denies close friends and breaks them into the cold palace. He is quiet, but his friends are miserable, "continued Mr. De Charlus, with his eloquent tongue slipping into the Oirenburg incident, remembering a high-ranking defendant in the temple. He said a sentence: "Does the emperor believe that we are so smart, how dare he agree to such a lawsuit!" However, besides, he believed that our prudence was not wrong. Once on the guillotine, we may not open our mouths. What's more, all this has nothing to do with what I want to say. What I want to say is that in Germany, the princes of our affiliated countries are just Duchlaucht in vain, while in France, our Royal Highness is publicly recognized. Saint Simon's claim that we abused the title was a big mistake. His reason for saying that Louis XIV had a decree forbidding him to be a devout King of Christ and ordering us to call him a King was only to show that we were subordinate to him, but not to prove that we were not princes. If not, the identity of Duke Lorraine and many others should have been denied. Besides, many of our titles come from the Lorraine family, and were awarded by my great-grandmother, Dreise de Espinova, the daughter of Master de Gomessi." Mr. De Charles found that Morrel was listening to him, becoming more and more complacent and making use of the topic. I want my brother to note that our family biography should not be listed in the third part of Gotha, but in the second part, not to mention the first part, "He just blows, but he doesn't know what Morrel actually knows about Gotha." But this is precisely related to him, he is my elder brother, since he feels so good, since he ignored, I had to close my eyes.

There were two Oirenburg beside William II. One was Philip O'Erenburg (1847-1921), a German diplomat and close friend and adviser of William II. After Bismarck stepped down in 1890, he became the most influential adviser to the German Emperor. In 1894, when he refused to take office as Prime Minister, he became Ambassador to Vienna. Another was Poto Oylenburg (1831-1912), who clashed with the Imperial Prime Minister Count Caprivi when he was Prime Minister of Prussia. Count Caprivi tried to relax Prussia's right to vote, while the Prime Minister demanded imperial legislation against the Social Democratic Party and persuaded William II to restrict the universal election of parliamentarians. In 1894, the German Emperor "solved" the problem by abruptly removing both men from office at the same time.

"Mr. Brishow is very interesting to me," I said to Mrs. Vildiran, who was approaching me, and hastily stuffed Mrs. de Campbell's letter into her pocket. He's a scholar and a good man, "she said coldly." He obviously lacks the spirit of innovation and appreciation, but his memory is amazing. You have just talked about your ancestors here tonight. They are immigrants. They say they can't forget anything. But they had at least an excuse, "she said, borrowing Swan's words for her." They didn't learn anything. But Brishaw knows everything and throws a pile of dictionaries at us at dinner. I don't think you'll ever know what the place name of a town or a village really means. While Mrs. Vildiran was speaking, I was thinking about what I was going to ask about the place, but I couldn't remember exactly what I wanted to say. I'm sure you're talking about Brishaw. Well, Sing Hippy Goose, Francine, he has spared you nothing. I just looked at you, my little landlady." I saw you long ago, and I almost shouted. I can't tell you how Mrs. Vildiran dressed that night. Perhaps, at that time, I had no more impression, because I had no observing mind. However, I felt that her clothes were not careless, so I said something polite to her, not without a few words of praise. Like almost all women, she believed that the compliments they were given were true and true, that they were a judgment that they would inevitably make impartially, as if she were commenting on a work of art that did not belong to anyone.

(1) The Gotha Genealogy, which lists the genealogy of famous families in Europe.

So she asked me such a reasonable, proud and naive question: "Do you like it?" She asked me so seriously that I blushed with hypocrisy." You guys are talking about magpies, I'll give you a voucher, "said Mr. Vildiran, coming towards me. I kept thinking about my green silk taffeta and the smell of a kind of wood. I never noticed that Brishol's etymology made him a laughingstock. Impressions that give value to things seem important to me, but others either don't say it, or inadvertently put it behind their heads, thinking it's insignificant, so even if I can express these impressions to others, I won't be understood by others, or I'm likely to be left out by people. I can't make use of these impressions at all. In Mrs. Vildiran's eyes, I was seen as a big fool. She looked at me as "valued" Brishaw, as I had already indicated to Mrs. de Gelmont, because I felt comfortable at Mrs. de Abachong's house. However, for Brishaw, there is another truth. I'm not in a small circle. In small circles, in social circles, in politics, in literature, it is easy to be surprising that people are conventionalized. In a conversation, in a formal speech, in a novel or in a poem, honest readers can not imagine all kinds of famous places they can see. How many times have I encountered such a situation, reading a short story written by an old academician who is good at rhetoric and has seen a lot of decadence, when I got excited, I couldn't help but say to Block or Mrs. de Gelmont, "How wonderful it is!" But before I could open my mouth, they would cry in unison, "If you want to have a good time, you should read someone's novel. Man's stupidity is at its peak." Block's contempt is mainly due to the fact that some of the original good stylistic effects are somewhat eclipsed, while Mrs. de Gelmont's contempt is due to the fact that the novel seems to be contrary to the author's wishes, which is actually the result of her meticulous reasoning, which is beyond my imagination. I was shocked to see how polite and sarcastic the Vildirans were to Brishaw on the surface. Just like a few days ago in Ferdinand, I heard the Campbells pour out their passionate praise on Las Player and say to me, "You don't mean what they did, don't you?" " Indeed, they admit that the tableware is beautiful. I didn't see it anyway, and the blinding little curtain didn't even see it." Well, now, if you go back to Balbeck, you know what Balbeck means, "Mr. Vildiran quipped. It was what Brishaw taught me that interested me. As for his so-called thought, it is purely a repetition of the old tune. It is thought that in the small circle at first, people listened with relish. His speech is still so eloquent and disgusting that it is no longer possible for his speech to hit the target, but he must overcome a hostile silence or a disgusting response. What has changed is not what he keeps spreading, but what Sharon hears and the mood of his audience. Watch out! Mrs. Vildiran whispered, pointing to Brishaw's half-pressed voice. And Brishaw, whose hearing is better maintained than his eyesight, glanced at the hostess and turned away, both myopic and philosophical. If his naked eye is not good, then his eyes are wonderful. He always looks at things with a broader eye. He saw the flimsy sentiment in the cold world, and he was resigned to it. Of course, he suffered for it. Sometimes, there are people like this, to a place where he is used to pleasing, even if only one night he feels that he is not too shallow, that he is too academic, or too clumsy, or even too wanton, so that such, and not enough, return home will be sad and uncomfortable. Often because of a point of view, a way of problem, he left a ridiculous or stereotyped impression on others. He often has a lot in mind. How can these other people be equal to him? He can easily dissect sophistry. It is this sophistry that people use to denounce him tacitly. He wants to make a visit and write a letter. The wiser way is to keep quiet and wait for someone else to invite him next week. Sometimes, this kind of disfavor can not end overnight, often lasting for several months. Because Mrs. Y despised him and felt respected in Mrs. Y's family, she claimed that Mrs. Y was supreme and threw herself into Mrs. Y's salon. Besides, this is not the occasion for depicting such characters. They are above social life, but are not good at self-development outside social life. They are happy when they are received and disappointed when they are not appreciated. Every year, they always find that their worshiping hostesses are all faulty and depreciated by them. The hostess on duty is brilliant, in fact, the second hostess also has flaws. When they can't bear it, they will not hesitate to return to the first hostess's feelings, and the original hostess's faults will be forgotten a little. One can imagine how distressed Brishaw was by this brief disgrace, which he knew was a definite deal. He would not fail to know that Mrs. Vildiran laughed openly at him from time to time, even at his weaknesses. He knew that human feelings were so thin that he had to swallow his breath. In this way, he regarded his hostess as his best girlfriend. But Mrs. Vildiran understood from her flushed face that he had heard her speech and wanted to be kind to him tonight. I couldn't help telling her that she wasn't so polite to Saniette." Why, you're welcome! However, he likes us. Don't you know what we are in his mind? My husband is sometimes ignited by his stupidity, but it should be admitted that he is a little angry, but at such moments, why don't you resist any more and show your dog's face? It's dishonest. I don't like that. Nevertheless, I always try to persuade my husband to be calm, because if he goes too far, Saniette will probably not be able to come; so I don't want to, because I want to tell you that he doesn't have a sou on him, and he has to eat. But in short, if he is angry, tell him not to come back. I don't care about this idle matter. When people need someone else, they'd better not be so foolish." The Principality of Omar was our family for a long time before it entered the French Royal territory, "Mr. de Charles explained to Mr. de Campbell in front of Morrel that Morrel was surprised and, to tell the truth, this grand theory was at least for him, if not directly for Morrel." We have overwhelmed all foreign princes; I can give you hundreds of examples. Princess Croix wanted to kneel after my grandmother at her brother's funeral. My grandmother asked her to point out sternly that she had no right to use square cushions. She immediately asked the attendant to withdraw and reported to the king. The Holy Spirit ordered Mrs. de Croix to go to De Gelmont's palace to apologize to her. The Duke of Burgundy came to us with his own heralds, one by one with great dignity, and we were granted the divine grace, which destroyed their prestige. I know there are many obscenities in talking about the virtues of my family. But as everyone knows, our family always takes the lead in times of danger. When we abandoned the banner of the Dukes of Brabant, our battle slogan was "one horse first". This prioritized right, which we had been fighting for centuries, was finally acquired at the court and was quite legitimate. Of course, in the court, in front of us, this right has always been recognized. I can also cite Princess Baden as an example for your argument. As she forgot, she wanted to compete with the Duchess of Gelmont. I have just told you about the Duchess of Gelmont. When I met the king, my old ancestor hesitated (though it should not have happened at all). She had to make a quick ascent to the palace. The king shouted at once: ’ Come in, come in, cousin Royal, Mrs. De Baden knows very well that she owes you a debt. In fact, she has the status of the Duchess of Gelmont, and she has a very noble origin, because from her maternal genealogy, she is the Queen of Poland, the Queen of Hungary, the Electoral Marquis of Baladan, the Prince of Sava-Karinian and the Prince of Hanover, and her successor is the nephew of the King of England." Macenas atavis editeregibus!" Brishaw greeted Mr. de Charles and said that Mr. de Charles nodded slightly in reply. Snow Country

"What do you say?" Mrs. Vildiran asked Brishaw how she really tried to mend what she had just said to him." I mean, God forgive me, I mean a cynical boy, who was the flower of the upper class (Mrs. Vildiran frowned), about the Augustus era (Vildiran heard of the age, reassured, with a more serene expression), about a friend of Virgil and Horace, who slipped away their beards. In a word, I'm talking about Misina. I'm talking about a Book rat who can only drill in the library. He's a friend of Horace, Virgil and Augustus. I'm sure Mr. de Charles knows in every way who Misina is."

Latin, meaning Genus of the descendants of the Royal Family.

He looked at Mrs. Vildiran fondly with his eyes, for he heard that she was about to meet Morello on the third day and was afraid that he would not be invited: "I think," said Mr. De Charles, "Missinas, it's a bit like an antique Vildiran or something." Mrs. Vildiran laughed at the first moment, but at first thought she could hardly concentrate her laughter, and only half of it was accepted. She went to Morrel." He's cute, the friend of your relatives, "she said to him." It can be seen that he is a well-educated man who knows books and etiquette. He has great potential in our small core. Where does he live in Paris? Morrel remained silent for a moment, demanding only a game of cards. Mrs. Vildiran insisted that he play a few violins. To everyone's surprise, Mr. De Charles never talked about his amazing talent in the past. He accompanied Frey's piano with the final movement of the Violin Sonata (uneasiness, annoyance, Schumann style, but before the Frank sonata) in the purest style. In my opinion, although Mr. Morrel is rich in musical talent and excellent performance skills, he lacks cultural accomplishment and style accomplishment, and Mr. de Charles just makes up for Morrel's shortcomings. But I wonder, strangely, what in the same person can combine a physical defect with a spiritual intelligence. Mr. de Charles is not very different from his brother, Duke Gelmont. Even, just now (but this is rare), he spoke French as badly as his brother. He blamed me (no doubt because I spoke passionately to Mrs. Vildiran about Morrel) for never visiting him, and when I offered to think it over carefully, he answered me and said, "But since I have asked you this, only I can be unhappy." The Duke of Galmont might have said that. In the final analysis, Mr. de Charles is just one of the Gaines. But his innate nervous system-yin-yang error is enough to distinguish him from his duke's, not to like a woman, but rather to like a Virgil shepherd boy or Plato's student, Duke Galmont's unprecedented character*, which is often associated with this imbalance. Mr. De Charles transformed himself into a wonderful pianist, an amateur painter and an eloquent speaker. Who can see that the eager, anxious and charming style in which Mr. De Charlus plays the Schumann-style passage of Frey's Sonata has its inherent meaning, that people dare not tell the truth, that it is distributed in some parts of Mr. De Charlus's body, and that it is embedded in his nerve defects? We will explain below what the term "mental defect" means and why a Socratic Greek, an Augustinian Roman, can be known today as an absolutely normal person, not as a yin-yang person as we see today. Just as the actual artistic talent has not yet withered away, Mr. de Charles has more than the Duke. He loves his mother, his wife, and even a few years later, when someone mentions them to him, his eyes will burst into tears, but he is making superficial remarks, just like a fat man sweating faintly and doing a little forehead. Sweat trickled down on my head. The difference is that people say to sweaty people, "You're too hot!" But people look at other people's tears as if they hadn't seen them. The so-called people refer to the upper class society, because people are very upset to see others crying, as if tears are more serious than bloodshed. The sadness after the loss of his wife, thanks to the habit of telling lies, did not exclude Mr. de Charles from his incompatible life. Even later, he was shameless and rumored that during the funeral, he had found a way to ask the choir boy for his name and address. And that may be true.