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
As for the Fairy, it is not too much to say that she is one of the
prettiest things alive. She does not seem to stand at all in awe of
her Elephant lord. She has her own little webs to weave--silvery
webs of gossamer-discussion on politics, in which, bless her heart
for a charming little Radical, she works neither good nor harm. Her
eyes would burn a hole through many a stern old Tory's waistcoat and
make him dizzily doubtful as to what party he really belonged to for
the moment. She has the prettiest hair, all loosely curling about
her face, and she has a very low voice, so modulated as to seem to
some folks affected in its intonation. But it isn't affected; it
is a natural music, and only repulsive old spinsters with cracked
vocal cords presume to cast aspersions on its dulcet sweetness. She
dresses "æsthetically"--in all sorts of strange tints, and rich
stuffs, made in a fashion which the masculine mind must describe
as "gathered-up-anyhow"--with large and wondrous sleeves and queer
mediæval adornments--it pleases her whim so to do, and it also
pleases the Elephant, who is apt to get excited on the subject of
Colour. We all know what a red rag is to a bull--so we should not
be surprised to find an Elephant who is calmed by some colours and
enraged by others. Colour, in fact, is the only rule of life accepted
by the Elephant--better to have no morality, according to him, than
no sense of Colour. And so the Fairy robes herself in curious and
cunningly-devised hues to soothe the Elephant's nerves (Elephants
have thick hides but excessively fragile nerves, as every naturalist
will tell you); and pranks herself out like a flower of grace set
in a queen's garden. She does not talk much, this quaint Fairy, but
she looks whole histories. Her gaze is softly wistful, and often
abstracted; at certain moments her spirit seems to have gone out of her
on invisible wings, miles away from the Elephant and literary Castle,
and it is in such moments that she looks her very prettiest. To me
she is infinitely more interesting than the Elephant himself, but as
it is the Elephant whom everybody goes to see, I must try to do him
justice--if I can!
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