The extraordinary confessions of Diana PleaseCapes, Bernard
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The extraordinary confessions of Diana Please
Capes, Bernard
Femmes fatales -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Naples (Kingdom) -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
All day, peeping from behind the curtains of our windows, we saw the
piazza below like a seething cauldron of unrest. As significant of
that as anything were the out-at-elbows letter-writers under the
arcades of the old theatre of San Carlo, who, at a time when every man
feared to commit his simplest thoughts to paper, did less than enough
business to keep themselves in macaroni. They served to exhibit the
popular bankruptcy as well as the briefless advocates, who, from
thriving on the countless abuses of the law, found themselves
abandoned to the lawlessness they had created; as well as the
journalists, who, having been brought under a strict moral censorship,
starved as vampires might on a diet of milk; as well as the professors
and _savants_, who were hampered, it must be confessed, by a thousand
childish restrictions in their efforts to make life beautiful by
turning it inside out, and to teach men to follow in themselves, while
eating an omelet, the whole process of absorption and digestion; as
well as the bolder demagogues, who, mounted on steps or tubs, screamed
denunciations of their misgoverning sovereigns, under the transparent
veil of Claudius and Messalina, and called upon their hearers, by many
classical examples, to strike for liberty and political cleanliness.
At which the Lazzari laughed, understanding just so much that, if they
were to be no longer flea-bitten, they would be deprived of the
traditional luxury of scratching; and shaking their heads over that
new idea of equality, which was in fact so old an idea as to be
embodied in a popular proverb: “_Tu rubbi a me, io rubbo a te_,” which
one might expound: “‘If Taffy robs me, I rob Taffy’--so what the
devil’s all this fuss about?” Naples was rich in charitable
institutions for the encouragement of indolent beggary; and what sort
of a reform was it that sought to deprive an honest loafer of his
soup? And so to a man _they_ held out for dirt, moral and material,
and for the king who assured them a continuance in both--a condition
of things which made revolution a very different affair from what it
had been in starving Paris.
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