[Ebook reader of Louise Leclercq]There is hardly a deeper melancholy, a heavier sadness than the thought of living in these enormous plaster houses, five and six stories high, with their innumerable gray shutters, like skeleton chests flat against the dirty white of the wall, from the old Parisian suburbs. I am talking more specifically about peaceful, honest neighborhoods, where buildings have prospered thanks to good-paying tenants, where very long streets without air and without sun have been able to form. The little annuitant who so magnificently pays off the owner of these hideous phalansteries is right to be an imbecile most of the time, because who could, at a certain age, when the time of rest comes, end his life, not even happily? , but quietly, in such conditions of unsanitary ugliness and poisonous flatness? The young man, the household who has his fortune to make or his bread to earn from everyday life, can at a pinch accept this absurd hygiene, put up with it, put up with it, - at the cost of what nasty boredom , however, what perverse sensations, what desires to break forever this black framework and to escape from it for what escapes! And how many lamentable guilts of whatever order could be explained, if not excused, by these tortuous, unacknowledged, unsuspected motives, from similar or similar environments?(Audio book)
Louise Leclercq - Verlaine
