French fiction -- 19th century; Prometheus (Greek deity) -- Fiction
... Alas! I see, gentlemen, that I bore you; some of you are yawning. I
could, it is true, here make a few jokes; but you would feel them out
of place; I have an irredeemably serious mind.
I prefer to circulate among you some indecent photographs; they will
keep those quiet who are feeling bored, which will enable me to go on.
Prometheus drank a drop of water. The eagle pirouetted three times
round Prometheus and bowed. Prometheus went on:
CONTINUATION OF PROMETHEUS’ LECTURE
--Gentlemen, I have not always known my eagle. That is what makes me
deduce, by a process of reasoning which the logic books I never studied
till a week ago, call by some particular name I have forgotten--that is
what makes me deduce, I say, that, even though the only eagle here is
mine, you all, gentlemen, have an eagle.
I have said nothing, up to the present, of my own history; firstly
because, up to the present, I have not understood it. And if I decide
to speak of it now it is because, thanks to my eagle, it now appears to
me marvellous.
VI
--Gentlemen, as I have already said, my eagle was not always with
me. Before his time I was unconscious and beautiful, happy and naked
and unaware. Oh! Charming days! On the many-fountained sides of the
Caucasus, lascivious Asia, naked too and unaware, held me in her arms.
Together we sported, tumbling in the valleys; the air sang, the water
laughed, the simplest flowers were fragrant for our delight. And often
we lay beneath spreading branches, among flowers which were the haunt
of murmuring bees.
Asia wedded me, all laughter and then the murmuring swarms and the
rustling leaves, with which was mingled the music of the streams,
gently lulled us to the sweetest of slumbers. Around us all
consented--all protected our inhuman solitude.--Suddenly one day Asia
said to me: You should interest yourself in men.
I first had to find them.
I was willing enough to interest myself in them--but it was to pity
them.
They lived in such darkness; I invented for them certain kinds of fire,
and from that moment my eagle began. And it is since that day that I
have become aware that I am naked.
At these words, applause arose from various parts of the hall. All of a
sudden Prometheus broke into sobs.
The eagle flapped his wings and cooed.
With an agonizing gesture Prometheus opened his waistcoat and offered
his tortured liver to the bird.
The applause redoubled.
Then the eagle pirouetted three times round Prometheus, who drank a few
drops of water, and continued his lecture in these words:
VII
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