Baudelaire: His Prose and PoetryBaudelaire, Charles
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Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry
Baudelaire, Charles
Baudelaire, Charles, 1821-1867; French literature -- 19th century
All is reparable. There is still time. Who knows even if new
pleasure...?
I have not yet known the pleasure of a project carried out.
Power of the fixed idea, power of hope.
The habit of doing one's duty drives out fear.
One must wish to dream and know how to dream. The summoning of
inspiration. The Art of Magic. To set myself immediately to writing. I
reason too much.
Immediate work, even poor, is worth more than dreams.
A procession of little wishes makes a mighty end.
Every recoil of the will is a particle of lost substance. How prodigal,
then, is hesitation! And judge of the greatness of the final effort
needed to repair so many losses!
The man who prays in the evening, is a captain who posts his sentinels.
He can sleep.
Dreams of death and warnings.
Up to now I have enjoyed my memories alone; they must be shared with
another. Make a passion of the joys of the heart.
Because I comprehend a glorious existence, I believe myself capable of
realizing it. O Jean-Jacques!
Work forcibly engenders good habits, sobriety and chastity,
consequently health, wealth, successive and progressive genius, and
charity. Age quod agis.
Fish, cold baths, showers, lichen, lozenges, occasionally; in addition,
suppression of everything exciting.
Island Lichen 125 grams
White sugar 250 "
Steep the lichen, for twelve or fifteen hours, in a sufficient quantity
of cold water, then drain the water. Boil the lichen in two liters
of water, on a slow and continuous flame, until the two liters have
dwindled to one, remove the scum once; then add the 250 grams of sugar
and allow it to thicken to the consistency of syrup. Allow it to cool
again. Take a large tablespoonful three times daily, morning, noon, and
night. Do not be afraid to increase the dose, if the crises become too
frequent.
LXXX
_Hygiene, Conduct, Method._--I swear to myself henceforth to take the
following rules as eternal rules of my life:
Every morning to pray to God, _reservoir of all strength and all
justice, to my father, to Mariette, and to Poe,_ as intercessors;
to pray to them to grant me the necessary strength always to do my
duty, and to grant to my mother _a life long enough_ to enjoy my
transformation; to work all day, or at least _while my strength
remains_; to trust in God, that is, in Justice itself, for the success
of my projects; to make, every evening, a new prayer to God, asking
life and strength for my mother and for myself; to divide all I earn
into four parts,--one for current expenses, one for my creditors,
one for my friends and one for my mother;--to obey the precepts of
strictest sobriety, of which the first is the suppression of everything
exciting, whatever it may be.
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