The Silver Domino; Or, Side Whispers, Social and LiteraryCorelli, Marie
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The Silver Domino; Or, Side Whispers, Social and Literary
Corelli, Marie
English essays -- 19th century; Literature -- Criticism and interpretation; Satire
clothed in "afternoon visiting" costume, leaned tenderly towards her
over the park-railing, proferring for her acceptance a spray of white
lilies which he had taken from his button-hole, and which he held
affectionately between his dry bone fingers. Anything more sublimely
chaste, yet "realistic," can never be imagined. The way their two
skulls nodded and grinned at each other was intensely edifying--it
was a case of purely "spiritual" love and platonic desire, in which
the wicked flesh had no existing part. And one of the most remarkable
features of the whole pageant was the intense stillness which
pervaded the movements of the elegant bony throng of "rank, beauty,
and fashion." Not a leaf on the trees rustled, not a joint in any
distinguished skeleton cracked. Two skeleton policemen kept order,
and the crowd itself kept silence. The skeleton horses rubbed against
each other in the press, but not a bone clattered, and not a wheel
grated. As noiselessly as mist or rolling cloud, the white-ribbed,
motley-clothed multitude moved on; the foot-passengers were skeletons
also, and 'Arry, turning empty eye-sockets about, looked quite as
"noble" as my lord the duke in his barouche, somewhat more so in fact,
though wearing shabbier clothes. A delightful equality ruled the
scene--a true "fraternity," fulfilling some of the socialistic ideas
to the letter. For once the "row" had cast off hypocrisy, and appeared
in its absolutely real aspect--everybody had found out everybody
else--there was no polite lie possible; frank Bones declared themselves
as Bones, and nothing more. Moreover, each skeleton was so like its
neighbour skeleton that there were really no differences left to argue
about. The famous beauty, Lady N., could no longer scowl at her rival,
the Duchess of L., because they looked precisely similar, save for a
trifling difference in length of jaw, and also for the more impressive
fact that one wore blue and the other grey. The bones were the same in
each "fair" composition, and as bones, the two ladies were, or seemed
to be, amiable enough--it was only the wretched flesh that had made
them quarrelsome. And of all things, the chief thing that was truly
beautiful to witness was the universal smile that beamed through the
vast assemblage. Never had the "row" presented itself to broad daylight
with such a sincerely unaffected, all-pervading Grin! From end to end
the grin prevailed--horses, dogs, and men--there was not one serious
exception. Into the air, into the very sky, the wide, perpetual, toothy
smile appeared to stretch itself out illimitably, everlastingly: like
a grim satire carved in letters of white bone, it seemed to inscribe
itself upon the blue of heaven; a mockery, a savagery, a protest, a
curse, and a sneer in one, it spread itself in ghastly dumb mirth to
the very edge of the far horizon, till I, watching it, could stand
the death's-head jollity no longer. Starting in my chair, I uttered
a smothered cry, and awoke.
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