Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V4 [IM#81][im81b10.txt]3994 Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them THE ENTIRE MADAME CRYSANTHEME BY LOTI [IM#82][im82b10.txt]3995 Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Seeking for a change which can no longer be found Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process When the inattentive spirits are not listening Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE, V1 [IM#83][im83b10.txt]3996 Brought them up to poverty Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh!" Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Defeat and victory only displace each other by turns Did not think the world was so great Do they understand what makes them so gay? Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness Every one keeps his holidays in his own way Favorite and conclusive answer of his class--"I know" Fear of losing a moment from business Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent Her kindness, which never sleeps Hubbub of questions which waited for no reply Moderation is the great social virtue No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give Our tempers are like an opera-glass Poverty, you see, is a famous schoolmistress Prisoners of work Question is not to discover what will suit us Ruining myself, but we must all have our Carnival Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation What a small dwelling joy can live AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY E. SOUVESTRE, V2 [IM#84][im84b10.txt]3997 Always to mistake feeling for evidence Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought Fortune sells what we believe she gives Make himself a name: he becomes public property My patronage has become her property Not desirous to teach goodness Power of necessity Progress can never be forced on without danger So much confidence at first, so much doubt at last The man in power gives up his peace Virtue made friends, but she did not take pupils We are not bound to live, while we are bound to do our duty