Similarly, in politics, the true saint is he who lashes and destroys the people, for the people's good. That which is not slightly deformed seems to lack feeling; whence it follows that irregularity, that is, the un-foreseen, surprise, astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty. XIII Theodore de Banville is not exactly materialistic; he is luminous. His poetry represents happy hours. For each letter from a creditor, write fifty lines on an abstract subject, and you are saved. XV Translation and paraphrase of the _Passion_. To refer everything to that. Spiritual and physical joys born of the storm, thunder and lightning, tocsin of loving, shadowy memories, of years gone by. XVI I have found the definition of Beauty, of my Beauty. It is something ardent and sad, something slightly vague, giving conjecture wing. I will, if you please, apply my idea to a palpable object, for instance, to the most interesting object in society, to a woman's countenance. A seductive and beautiful head, a woman's head, I mean, is a head that brings dreams at once--confusedly--of voluptuousness and of sadness; which bears a suggestion of melancholy, of weariness, even of satiety,--or perhaps an opposite emotion, an ardor, a wish to live, mingled with pent up bitterness, as springs from privation or from despair. Mystery, regret, are also characteristics of beauty. A handsome male head need not convey, save perhaps in the eyes of a woman, that suggestion of voluptuousness, which, in a female countenance, is generally tantalizing in proportion as the face is melancholy. But that head also will bear something ardent and sad, spiritual needs, ambitions vaguely receding, the thought of a rumbling, unused power, sometimes the thought of a vengeful lack of feeling (for the ideal type of the dandy must not be neglected here), sometimes also--and that is one of the most interesting characteristics of beauty--mystery, and finally (let me have the courage to confess to what degree I feel myself modern in esthetics) _misfortune_. I do not claim that Joy cannot be associated with Beauty, but I do say that Joy is one of its most vulgar ornaments, while Melancholy is, as it were, its illustrious companion, to such a degree that I can scarcely conceive (is my brain an enchanted mirror?) a type of beauty in which is no _Misfortune_. Following--others might say: obsessed by--these ideas, you can see that it would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of manly Beauty is Satan,--as pictured by Milton. XVII Auto-idolatry. Poetic harmony of character. Eurhythmy of character and faculties. Of conserving all the faculties. Of augmenting all the faculties. A cult (Magianism, evocatory sorcery). The sacrifice and the vow are the highest formulæ and symbols of exchange.