Les Bijoux Indiscrets, or, The Indiscreet ToysDiderot, Denis
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Les Bijoux Indiscrets, or, The Indiscreet Toys
Diderot, Denis
Erotic fiction; Louis XV, King of France, 1710-1774 -- Fiction
"On the other hand was carved a furious Sultan, plunging a ponyard
into the breast of a young person, in sight of a multitude of people.
Some turn'd their heads aside, others melted in tears: and round this
relievo were these words engraved: _Is it you, Nerestan?_
"As I was passing to other busto's, a sudden noise made me look back.
It was made by a band of men cloath'd in long black gowns. Some carried
censers, which exhaled a gross vapor; others had garlands of flowers
in their hands, gather'd without choice, and disposed without taste.
They march'd up to the busto's, and offered incense to them, singing
hymns in two unknown languages. The smoak of their incense stuck to the
busto's, and the crowns of flowers put on them made a most ridiculous
sight. But the antiques soon resumed their beauty, and I saw the
crowns wither and fall shriveled on the ground. There arose a quarrel
amongst this set of barbarians, because some of them had not bent the
knee low enough in the opinion of others; and they were on the point
of coming to blows, when my guide dispersed them with one look, and
re-established tranquillity in her habitation.
"Scarcely were they eclipsed, when I saw a long train of pigmies
entering by an opposite door. These little men were not two cubits
high, but in recompense they had very sharp teeth and very long
nails. They divided into several bands, and fell on the busto's. Some
endeavour'd to scratch the _basso relievo's_, and the floor was strewed
with the broken pieces of their nails. Others, with greater insolence,
mounted on one another's shoulders, to the highth of the heads, and
gave them raps with their fists. But what diverted me much, was that
these raps, instead of reaching the nose of the bust, rebounded on that
of the pigmy; in consequence of which, upon a close inspection, I found
most of them to be flat-nosed.
"'You see,' says my guide, 'the impudence and chastisements of these
myrmidons. This war has lasted a long while, and always to their
disadvantage. I use them with less severity than the black gowns. The
incense of the latter might possibly disfigure the busto's; but the
efforts of the former generally end in augmenting their beauty. But as
you have not above an hour or two to remain here, I advise you to pass
to other objects.'
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