laughs derisively. Good to know, he says, that our

She smiles, showing her absence of teeth. Tarare realises that Pierette is the sort of thing a man is meant to protect.

He decides that to look at oneself every day is not a good thing, and wonders why the rich insist upon it, why they incorporate their own image so unrelentingly into their glowing habitat. For there are many such looking glasses set in many such niches around the great house.

ectomorph

their dainty little hands up to their mouths when they want to show how they are appalled.

goliards

catafalque.

That no one cares to hear of whatever dreams bloom like nepenthes in your sickly sleeping mind?

lassitude