Among the people who boarded at Grangour Station and entered my carriage was Saniette, who had been pushed out of the Vildeland home by his cousin Forshville before, and who has now returned to their midst. From the point of view of social life, his shortcomings --- despite some good qualities --- are somewhat similar to Godard's past shortcomings. He is timid and eager to be liked, but he does nothing. However, life gives Godard a cold, arrogant and serious appearance (not in the Vildiran family, when we are in familiar surroundings, the past time always gives us hints, because of this role, he is almost still me, at least among his patients, on duty in the hospital, in the hospital, when we are in familiar surroundings. This is what the Academy of Medical Sciences does when it comes to his disciples who bow down to his ears and play with words. This kind of external form is outstanding. If there is a real gap between today's Godard and the past and Godard, on the contrary, there are still many shortcomings in Saniette. In fact, the more he wants to correct, the more obvious his shortcomings become. He felt that he was often annoying and nobody listened to him. In this case, instead of taking measures like Godard, slowing down his speaking speed and showing dignity to attract attention, he not only put out a funny tone, but tried to make people forgive him for being too serious. It also speeds up the flow of words, which may or may not go by with acronyms, so as to appear less seductive and more cordial when talking about business. However, in the end, no one understands what he is saying, as if he is nagging endlessly. His self-confidence is also different from Godard's. Godard's self-confidence often makes his patients shudder. If someone boasts about how polite Godard is in social situations, they will fight back: "When he receives you in the clinic, you're in the light, and he stares back at two piercing eyes, that's no longer the case." It's the same." This kind of self-confidence can not deceive people. People feel that it covers up excessive cowardice. It is enough to make it disappear without any effort. And Saniette's friends always accuse him of being too suspicious of himself. Indeed, he often assumes others with a mean heart and sees that they can succeed easily, but he is always rejected. Therefore, whenever he opens his mouth to say something, he always has to laugh at it, say how absurd it is, and worry about it. A serious manner does not help to boast. Sometimes, he put on an appearance, believing that what he was going to say must be funny. When others praised him, they all quieted down. But what he said was plain. Occasionally, the kind-hearted guest newspaper gave Saniette almost secret encouragement with a laugh of praise. And secretly send this encouragement to each other, without attracting the attention of the public, as if someone had quietly stuffed you with a ticket. But nobody took the responsibility, laughed, took the risk of publicly approving. Saniette regretted that there was no response after the story had been told. After a long time, he still remained there alone and laughed at himself, as if he were trying to taste the joy of the story and pretending to be happy enough, while the others did not feel it.

As for the sculptor Tsky, the reason why he was so called was that his Polish name was difficult to call, and because he had been acting like a man since he lived in some upper class circle and seemed unwilling to mix up with his relatives, who were valuable, but a little annoying, and too many. Today, he is forty-five years old and ugly, but still retains some of the mischievous energy and capriciousness of the past. Before he was ten years old, he was the most charming prodigy in the social world and was loved by your ladies. Mrs. Vildiran decided that he was more artistic than Elstier. Besides, he and Elstier are just alike in appearance. But because of this, when Elstier saw Tsky's face, he was deeply disgusted with him. It was like meeting people who had similar shortcomings with us. They exposed the shortcomings and shortcomings that we had already corrected, which made us very unhappy to recall the past. Before we came up with the image of today, Elstier was very disgusted with the past. In some people's eyes, we may look like another person. Compared with those who are very different from us, people who are similar to us tend to be more offensive to us. However, Mrs. Vildiran believed that Tsky was more personal than Elstier, because he could easily get into any art, and she firmly believed that if he was not so lazy, he could develop this ability into talent. Even if lazy, it has become a gift in the eyes of the nurse, because laziness is the opposite of hard work, and she thinks that hard work is the quality of a person without talent. Tsky paints as he pleases, such as on Cufflinks or doorboards. He sings in the composer's voice and goes to the light section. He gives the impression that the orchestra is playing, not because he sings skillfully, but because he sings bass in a fake voice, indicating that the finger is playing weakly, thus indicating that this is a trumpet playing, and imitates it with his own mouth micry. When he speaks, he picks up words that are believed to be curious, just like the "bang" he utters, prolongs the chords he plays hard to make people feel the brass instruments; he thinks he is brilliant, but his thoughts can be summed up, in fact, only two or three, and they are extremely superficial. He was troubled by his reputation for being eccentric and wayward, and decided to show that he was a real, practical person, and thus complacently assumed that his memory was accurate and knowledgeable, but none of it was false, because he had no memory and the information he had learned was always inaccurate, so the result was worse. 。 If he was only nine years old, with brown curly hair, lace collars and little red boots, he might be lovely with his head and tail shaking and neck stretching and feet throwing. After arriving at Grangour Station with Godard and Brishaw, he left Brishaw alone in the waiting room for a turn. Godard wanted to go back to the station, and Tsky answered, "No hurry. Today is not a local train, but a provincial train." Seeing that such subtle accuracy * played a role in Godard, Tsky was delighted, and then he said to himself, "Well, because Tsky loves art, because he works in clay sculpture, everyone thinks that he is unrealistic. Nobody knows this route better than I do." They went back to the station. Suddenly, Godard noticed that the arriving train was smoking. He shouted, "We have to run like hell." They did barely catch up, and the difference between local and provincial trains was only in Tsky's mind. Is the princess not in the train? Asked Brishaw in a trembling voice, two large glasses sparkled like a mirror used by a laryngologist to look at a patient's throat on his forehead, as if he had injected his life into the professor's eyes, perhaps because he was trying to coordinate vision with glasses, even at the smallest possible moment. Also extremely concentrated, unremitting gaze at themselves. Moreover, illness gradually robbed Brishaw of his vision, thus showing him the beauty of vision, just as we have to make up our minds to throw away something, such as a gift, before we can take a good look at it, regret it and admire it. No, No. The Princess sent Mrs. Verdiland's guests to Meinville on the Paris train. Madame Vildiran has something to do with St. Mars, maybe with the princess. It's not impossible! It would be tempting for her to walk with us like this, and all of us to travel together on the road. When we get to Mainville, we should pay attention to it. Ah! It doesn't matter. We almost missed the train. When I saw the train, I was shocked. This is called arriving at the most appropriate moment. What would happen if we missed the train? What would happen to Mrs. Vildiran if we were not found in the carriage to be taken back? That scene!" The doctor, who was so excited that he had not yet calmed down, added, "This is an extraordinary tour. Well, Brishaw, how do you think we just had a little leisure in our busy time? The doctor asked with a sense of pride." There's no doubt about it, "Brishaw answered." If you missed the train, it would be as bad as the late Willman said. It would be ridiculous! " For the first few minutes, I was distracted by these ignorant people. Suddenly, I recalled what Godard had said to me in the ballroom at the small entertainment venue, as if an invisible chain linked an organ to an image in memory. Altina and Andre Mammoth Stick Mammoth I have a terrible headache. The pain didn't last long: The idea that Albertina might have sex with another woman seemed impossible to me since my girlfriend offered to flatter Saint Luther the day before yesterday, and after I had aroused new jealousy and forgotten my previous vinegar. I am as naive as those who think that one hobby necessarily repels another. At Arambville Station, a farmer wearing a blue shirt and carrying a third-class ticket entered our box because of the heavy traffic. The doctor saw that it was impossible for the princess to walk with him, so he called the conductor, showed the doctor's certificate of a large railway company, and forced the station master to drive the farmer out of the train. Saniette was born timid and fearful. He could not bear to witness it. He was so frightened and uneasy that he just saw it start. Because there were so many peasants on the platform, he was worried about the development of the situation and made the peasants rebel in Zacre. He pretended to have a stomachache, so as to avoid the possibility that others might condemn him for his rough behavior by the doctor. Part of the responsibility, quietly on the aisle, pretending to find what Godard called "leswaters".

Here, it means "toilet".

The place was not found, so he was alone at the other end of the train to enjoy the scenery." Sir, if you make your first appearance at Mrs. Vildiran's house, "Brishaw said to me, trying to show talent to a new member," you will surely find that there is no other place in the world where you can feel the warmth of life as some new word creator has said, the creation of new words. Home has created many words that end with `doctrine', such as dabbling doctrine, indifference doctrine and so on. This is very popular among our fashionable people. I want to refer to Prince Taleland. Every time he mentioned the old noble lords, he thought it was interesting and unique to add the word "Mr" after their title, so he called them "Mr. La Rochefoucauld, Mr. Cardinal De Retz." From time to time, he also called them "The desperate ghost", "De Gondi, that" Bu. Langer's de Masiak." When he talks about Montesquieu, he will never forget to call him Mr. de Montesquieu's Vice President. A witty upper-class person should have been annoyed by this scholarly show-off. However, in the perfect speech and manners of the upper class, when talking about a prince, there is a certain kind of show-off, showing the existence of another level, such as "emperor" after William's name, and a third person to speak to His Highness. Ah! This one,'said Prince Taleland,'must take off his hat. He is an ancestor. That's an attractive circle." Godard said to me, "You can enjoy your eyes, because Mrs. Vildiran is not alone: there are distinguished scholars like Brishaw, distinguished nobles, such as Mrs. Shebadov, a Russian lady, a good friend of Mrs. Oddoxi, and Mrs. Oddoxi, who is not in office. When he comes to visit, he only receives her." Indeed, Mrs. Shebadov had long been unpopular. Grand Duchess Oddoxi refused to let her knock on the door when there were guests in the house, so she was allowed to enter the house early in the morning. At this time, there were no other friends around her. Otherwise, whether her friends met Mrs. Prince or Mrs. Prince, they met her friends. Friends, both sides may be unhappy or embarrassed. For three years, Mrs. Shebadorf, like a manicurist, left the Grand Duchess and went straight to Mrs. Vildiran's house. At this time, shortly after Mrs. Vildiran woke up and entered her house, Mrs. Shebadorf was no longer left or right from her. It can be said that Mrs. Prince's loyalty far exceeded that of Brishaw, although Mrs. Buldiran was loyal to her. Rizzo arrives every Wednesday, never stopping and enjoying himself, thinking that he's in Paris like Chateau Brion in O'Neill.

The original is "struggle for lifer" in impure English.

Buwa Monastery gives itself the impression that being in the countryside is like living in Mrs. de Chartrey's house "Mr. de Voltaire" (who is always called with literati cunning and self-possession).

It is precisely because Prince Shebadorf has no other contacts that in recent years she has been able to show loyalty to the Vildiran couple, thus becoming an extraordinary "faithful believer". A typical faithful believer of ideal, the Vildiran literati thought for a long time that this ideal was difficult to achieve, but By menopause, it was finally found that it was reflected in the new member. No matter how jealous and tormented the patroness is, even the most diligent believers have to give up their hands. The deepest and most simple move is to travel; the least greedy to make a fortune; the strongest infected with the epidemic * cold; the most idle and busy to give, the most callous to their dying mother to die. At that time, Mrs. Vildiran would like a queen to warn them that she was a general and that her men and horses could only listen to her command. She was like Christ or the Emperor. She would say that if someone loved his parents as much as she loved them and was not ready to abandon them for her sake, they would not deserve her and they would be the best. Stay by her side, lest she get hurt in bed or be seduced by some slut, because she is the only effective medicine and unique enjoyment, which, to say the least, always wastes her breath. However, fate is always willing to bring happiness to the old age of the longevity people, so that Mrs. Vildiran has the privilege of communicating with Mrs. Shebadorf. Princess Shebadov, who had fallen out with her family, left her homeland and went into exile, now only knows Baroness Putterbus and Grand Duchess Oddoci, because she does not want to meet the former's friends, and the latter does not want her friends to meet her, so she always takes advantage of Mrs. Vildiran's sleeping. She went to their house early in the morning; since she had scarlet fever when she was twelve years old, she could not remember the days when she was closed. On December 31st, Mrs. Vildiran was afraid that she was unaccompanied and asked if she would suddenly change her mind and stay at home to sleep. However, although the next day was New Year's Day, she did. Answer Mrs. Vildiran: "No matter what day, what can prevent me from going to the door?" Besides, this day, family reunion, your home is my home. She had been living under the fence, and now she had changed the courtyard. Where the Vildirans went on vacation, she followed them. Indeed, the Princess realized the poem of Vinny for Mrs. Vildiran:

Seek all your friends and see only you

The poem is so perfect that the hostess of the small circle longs for a "faithful believer" who is dead-hearted and asks her to make sure that the deceased of the two must be buried next to the tomb where they died first. In the presence of outsiders - outsiders should always include themselves, because we still lie to ourselves the most, we can not bear most, but also look down on ourselves - Princess Shebadov is always brainstorming, showing off her only three friendships - Grand Duchess, the Vildirans and Puterbu Baroness Smith-The reason why there are only three friendships is not that they have come to the end without her will, destroying everything in the world, leaving only these three families behind, but that they are the result of her free choice and selection, and that she has a certain kind of interest, self-willingness, loneliness and simplicity of sex* which has kept her confined to these three families. Home contact." I don't see anybody else." She said that focusing on rendering its immutability seemed to involve rules that had to be forced to comply with, rather than situations of helplessness. She added, "I only deal with three families." It's like those playwrights who worry that they can't play four shows, so they announce that they will only play three. Whether or not the Vildirans believed in this illusion, they helped Mrs. Prince to instill this image in the minds of the believers. Believers are convinced that in the tens of millions of proactive relationships with her, the Prince's wife only chose the Vildiran couple. At the same time, they are convinced that no matter how the upper nobles plead, it will not help. The Vildiran couple only allowed special care for the Prince's wife, not for example.

In their opinion, the Prince's wife is far beyond her background. She can't be bored there. She could have had a lot of contacts, but she feels that only the Vildirans are likeable, and vice versa. The Vildirans ignore and ignore the initiative of the whole aristocracy. Xu Wei's wife, Prince Shebadov, is more intelligent than her peers, making an exception once. The Tropic of Cancer

The Prince's wife was extremely rich; on the first performance, she had her big box downstairs, and with Mrs. Vildiran's consent, she went with her followers and never brought anyone else to the theatre. People pointed out the pale, enigmatic figure, who was old, but her hair was not white, but grew red, looking like a long, dry and wrinkled wild fruit. People admired her ability and humility because she was always accompanied by Brishaw, the academician of the Academy of Sciences, Godard, the prestigious Bosch, the first contemporary pianist and later Mr. De Charles. However, she deliberately chose the most insignificant box and hid in it without any concern for the theatre. Everything is dedicated to the small circle. When the performance comes to an end, the people of the small circle follow the monarch out. Although the monarch is strange, she still has the beauty of shyness, confusion and obsolescence. However, if Mrs. Bardot ignored the audience and hid in the darkness, it was to try to forget that there was a living world she longed for but couldn't toilet; the "circle" in the "box" played a role for her, just as some animals were in danger and pretended to have been there. Dead, almost as motionless as a zombie. However, the curiosity * acts on the upper class, causing them to pay more attention to the mysterious anonymous rather than to the prominent figures in the box on the second floor who everyone can visit. People imagine her to be very different from their acquaintances; they think she has amazing wisdom and prophetic qualities, so there is only a small circle of outstanding people around her. If someone mentions or introduces someone to Mrs. Prince, she must pretend to be very indifferent in order to maintain her disgust with the social world. However, on the recommendation of Godard or Mrs. Vildiran, several new members succeeded in getting to know her, and she was often intoxicated with meeting a new person, leaving the myth of self-willingness and loneliness behind and doing her best for the new members crazily. If the newcomer is a mediocre person, everyone will be surprised." It's strange that no one wants to get acquainted with the Prince's wife, and she should make an exception in dealing with such a person who lacks individuality! _________ Nevertheless, such a chance of successful acquaintance is quite rare. The Prince's wife does not go beyond the thunder pool and lives only among the followers.

Godard often said, "Wait until Wednesday at the Vildiran Palace, I'll see it again." Wait until Tuesday at the Academy of Sciences, I'll see it again. Speaking of Wednesday's gathering, he seemed to be talking about a profession, which was very important and could not be shirked. Moreover, Godard is an undesirable person, and if invited, it is tantamount to receiving an order, like receiving a military order or a court summons, as an unavoidable responsibility to go to the appointment. He will not "leave" the Wednesday meeting at the Vildiran Palace unless he has an unusual visit. As for the importance of the visit, it refers to the patient's identity, not to the severity of the illness. Despite his kindness, Godard would never give up Wednesday's warmth for a worker who suddenly fell ill, but could endure the pain of a minister's rhinitis. Even in this case, he asked his wife, "I apologize to Mrs. Vildiran for me. Tell her I'll be a little late. That gentleman can choose another day to catch a cold. One Wednesday, Godard's old cook cut a vein in her arm. By this time, Godard had put on a tailless dress and was ready to go to Vildiran House. When his wife timidly asked him if he could dress the injured cook, he shrugged his shoulders. I can't, Leonardina, "he groaned." You clearly saw me wearing a white vest. " To avoid annoying her husband, Mrs. Godard sent for the director of the clinic as quickly as possible. The clinic director wanted to get there as soon as possible, so he drove his car. When his car came into the hospital, the car that took Godard to the Vildirans happened to go out, so he backed in and out, losing five minutes altogether. Mrs. Godard was embarrassed to learn that the clinic director had seen her husband wearing evening dress. Perhaps it was because of chagrin that Godard was so angry that he had to enjoy Wednesday's pleasures to get rid of his bad mood when he delayed going out.

One of Jorgedar's patients asked him, "Do you sometimes meet people from the Gelmont family? Then the professor would take out the most sincere and sincere answer from the upper class: "Maybe not just the Garments, I can't say clearly. But in my friend's house, I see so many people. You must have heard of the Vildirans. They all know each other. At least they are not face-saving people. They have money to back them up. It is generally estimated that Mrs. Vildiran has 35 million household assets. God, 35 million, that's a lot. She doesn't care about anything. You tell me about Duchess Gelmont. Let me tell you the difference: Madame Verdiland is a great lady, and the Duchess of Galmont may be a poor woman. You fully understand the subtle difference, don't you? Whether or not the Garments went to her house or not, Mrs. Verdiland had guests coming to her house, which was better. The Garments were Mr. and Mrs. De Shebatov, Mr. and Mrs. De Fushville, and Tuiquanti. They were all the most high-class people, including the nobles of France and Navar. You can see, I'm with you. They speak entirely on an equal footing.

Italian means "stream".

Besides, such people are eager to make friends with the Prince of Science." He added a smile of self-esteem, and grinned his lips with complacency. He was so proud, not only because the word "Prince of Science", which was used only for Bodan, Chango and others, was now appropriate for him, but because after a long time of study, he finally understood it thoroughly. And they can use the words that are permitted by usage appropriately. Among Mrs. Vildiran's guests, Godard mentioned to me Prince Shebadov's wife, then blinked his eyes and added, "You know what that looks like, do you understand what I mean?" He meant to say that the family was extremely elegant. However, it is too trivial to receive a Russian wife who only knows Grand Duchess Oddoxi. However, even if Prince Shebadov did not know the Grand Duchess, it would not affect Godard's most elegant view of Vildiran Salon, nor could it destroy the joy he felt when he received the salon. In our eyes, all the people we associate with seem to be glorious, but this kind of glory is not more intrinsic than the glorious appearance of the stage characters. The costumes of the stage characters really need not cost the manager hundreds of thousands of francs to buy real clothing and jewelry. A great set designer only needs to be a general manager. A virtual light shines on a tight cloth jacket or cardboard jacket decorated with glass beads, giving a feeling of magnificence thousands of times. In contrast, real clothing is eclipsed. It's like someone who lives in the circle of the most noble person in the world all his life. In his opinion, all his relatives and friends are boring and boring. The reason is that since childhood, he has become accustomed to all these things and lost any dignity in his eyes. On the contrary, because of chance, the unknown rats were doubled and the women were crowned. Thus, countless Godards and others were obscured, believing that only their salon was the noble elegance. However, these women were not even as graceful as Mrs. de Villebarisis. And their girlfriends (all the ladies who lost their power, but the nobles who got up thanks to them cut off contact with them); how many people were proud to associate with these women, and if they published memoirs listing the names of these women and the guests they received, no one would be able to understand them. It would not be helpful if Mrs. de Campbell and Mrs. de Gelmont could identify each other personally. But it doesn't matter! That's how Godard's people often own his Baroness or marquis. To him, only this woman is a "baroness" or "marquis", just like the Baroness in Marivo, who never mentions her name and does not know whether she has a name or not. Godard believed that this woman was the embodiment of nobility --- and nobles did not know why she was so many --- besides, the more suspicious the title of nobility was, the more extensive the decoration was. Crown marks were marked on glassware, silver, letterboard and luggage. Countless Godards, who think they live in the heart of St. Germain, are obsessed with feudal emperors and may be more obsessed than the people who really lived among the princes and nobles. Similarly, a small vendor sometimes visits "ancient" buildings on Sundays, even though they are all for us. The stone vaults of the age were painted blue by Violet-Leddick's disciples and decorated with Venus, from which vendors often acquired the strongest feeling of the Middle Ages.

"Madame Prince will be in Meinville. She will certainly travel with us. But I won't introduce it right away. It would be better to have Mrs. Vildiran introduce her. Unless I find the right time. Please believe that if I have a chance, I will seize it. What are you talking about? Saniette asked, pretending to be distracted." I'm telling my husband something, "Brishaw said." You're all familiar with it. It's related to a character I think is the first of the'century elite'(which should be understood as the eighteenth century), Abbot de Berigore, whose name is Charlie Morris. He had vowed to be an excellent journalist. But he made a mistake between Yin and Yang. I mean he ended up being a minister! Life is full of misfortune. After all, he is an unscrupulous politician. Although he regards himself as a noble and overbearing man, he has no scruples and is always ready to serve the King of Prussia. It is just right for him to say that when he dies, he is also a left-wing middle-winger.

At St. Pierre de Ev's station, a bright young girl came up, but unfortunately she was not a member of the small circle. My eyes can't live without her magnolia-like skin, dark and shining eyes and her amazing dignity. A moment later, she wanted to open a window, because it was a little hot in the box. She didn't mean to ask for permission. Since I didn't wear a coat, she asked me, "A little wind, you won't feel uncomfortable, sir?" The voice is light, cool, with a melting smile. I wish I could say to her, "Please come with us to the Vidiland Palace" or "Please tell me your name and address." But I answered, "No, the wind won't make me uncomfortable, miss." Then she sat in her seat, without lifting her body, and asked, "Wouldn't smoking make your friends hate it?" Then lit a cigarette. At the third stop, she jumped lightly and got off. The next day, I asked Albertina who the girl would be. I'm jealous, so when it comes to women, I'm down to earth. Albertina told me she didn't know, and I thought her answer was genuine. How I want to see her again!" I said aloud.

"Rest assured, there will always be another one." Albertina answered. In this particular case, Albertina was wrong. I did not meet the beautiful young cigarette girl again, nor did I know her identity. You can see why I had to stop looking for that girl for a long time. But I never forgot her. I often think of her and I get mad. However, the repeated appearances of this desire compel us to meditate. If we want to meet a girl with the same desire, we have to go back ten years ago. However, after ten years of spring and autumn, the young girl's face is already haggard. Sometimes it's possible to meet someone again, but the interval can't be cancelled. Later, when a cold night suddenly arrives, you will never look for that young girl or any other girl again. You will even be afraid to look for them. Because you no longer feel that you have enough charm to be loved and enough power to love. Of course, it's not that you have reached the level of incompetence in the original sense. When it comes to love, it can go deeper than ever before. But you feel that you have little power to do that great cause of love. Long sleep has left a gap, here, you have been unable to go out, also unable to speak. To be able to step on the landing steps is a kind of success, just like other people's turning hollow heels without losing their hands. How embarrassing it would be to be seen by a loved girl in such a situation, even if you still had your youthful face and brown hair! You can no longer stand the fatigue caused by synchronized walking with young people. If the desire of the body multiplies instead of diminishing, it deserves it! Others will bring a woman they no longer need to please, share a bed with you for a night, and then never meet again for a lifetime. Tropic of Cancer

"Maybe there has been no news from the violinist." Godard said. In a small circle, the day's sensation was the sudden wave of the violinist, who was deeply loved by Mrs. Vildiran. The man served near East Sierra and usually came to Las Player for dinner every Wednesday because he was allowed to return to camp at midnight. But the day before yesterday, for the first time, the believers never found him on the train. It is assumed that he missed the car. Mrs. Vildiran sent her carriage to pick up the second and last bus, but she returned empty. He must have been imprisoned, otherwise he would have no explanation for his absence. Ah! Well, you know, in the army, it's enough to have a stubborn sergeant to deal with these unrestrained people. If he abandons his hand again tonight, he will lose Mrs. Vildiran's face even more, "Brishaw said." Because our lovely hostess happens to have rented Las Player to her next-door neighbour, Marquis and Marquis Campbell for the first time tonight. " Ah, to receive the Marquis and Marquis of Campbell tonight!" Godard exclaimed, "I absolutely don't know. Of course, like all of you, I know they will come one day, but I didn't expect them to come so soon. "Well," he said, turning to me, "what have I said to you: Princess Shebadov, Marquis and Marquis of Campbell." Repeating these surnames was like being swayed by the melody, and he said to me, "You see, we're all lucky. Anyway, you've got a good start. There will be incomparable outstanding people gathered together, which can be said to be a great help. He then turned to Brishaw and added, "The hostess may be angry. We should have arrived to help her." Since Mrs. Vildiran arrived in Las Player, she had to invite a landlord in the presence of her followers, always acting as if she had no choice. In this way, she will have better conditions next year, she said, she did so purely out of interest. However, she repeatedly said that she hated having dinner with people outside the small circle. She simply regarded it as a beast, so she pushed and pushed it again and again. If, on the one hand, the dinner delighted her because she preferred some unspoken appendages to be elegant, on the other hand, she exaggerated and repeatedly expressed reasons that did make her a little scared. Therefore, she has at least half of her sincerity. She has always believed that this small circle is unique. It takes centuries of hard work to establish a similar group for it to be a rare treasure. At the thought of this small circle, people from other provinces will be crowded into the provinces. They are different from each other. Those provinces have nothing to do with the quadruple dramas or the masters. Knowing that they can't play their part in ordinary conversation, how can they not disturb the extraordinary Wednesday gathering at the Vildeland Palace? This Wednesday is an incomparable and easily damaged masterpiece, just like Venice's painted glass, if they walk a sound, it will be enough to shatter it." Besides, they are probably the toughest "villains" who wear military ranks and laces. Mr. Vildiran said. Ah! I don't care about it. People have been talking about it long enough." Mrs. Vildiran responded that she was a sincere Dreyfus supporter, but the aim was to get some kind of social life in her Dreyfus-dominated salon. However, the Dreyfuss faction has won political victory, but not social life. For the upper classes, Rapry, Renak, Bikal and Zola are still traitors and can only be excluded from the small core. Therefore, after Mrs. Vildiran intervened in politics, she wanted to return to art. Besides, aren't Dandy and Debussy "in a difficult situation" in the incident? As far as the incident is concerned, we just need to put them on Brishaw's side." She said (among the followers, the university professor was the only one who supported the staff, which greatly reduced his position in Mrs. Vildiran's mind)." There's no need to talk endlessly about Dreyfus. No, in fact, it was the Campbells who bored me. As for the followers, on the one hand, they were stimulated by the unspoken desire to meet the Campbells, on the other hand, they were blinded by Mrs. Vildiran's disguise of boredom. She said that she hated to receive the Campbells, so they had to move out again every day when they talked to her. Madame herself tried to make it difficult to refute the despicable reasons that helped to make the invitation. "Please make a final decision," Godard repeated, "so that you can make concessions in rent, and they will pay for the work, and you can enjoy the pleasure of the lawn as much as you can. For all this, it's worthwhile to bother with a night. I said this for your good." He added that, although on one occasion, in Mrs. Verdiland's carriage, he had met Mrs. Old de Campbell's car on the road, and that at the station, he had stayed with the Marquis as a railroad employee, feeling humiliated and heartbeat. As for the Campbells, because their circle of life is far away from social activities, few fashionable women have a sense of respect when they talk about Mrs. Vildiran. They think that Mrs. Vildiran is such a person who can only associate with dissolute women, maybe not legally married, as for her "birth height." She may have seen them both in her life. So they went to her for dinner with dignity, purely to get along with a female tenant, expecting her to come several times during the holiday season, especially after they learned last month that she had just inherited millions of inheritances. They silently prepared for the inevitable arrival of the day and never made a funny low-level joke. However, many times Mrs. Vildiran set a date in front of her followers, but changed it over and over again, making them hopeless, thinking that the day would never come again. She posed and changed every day, not only to show publicly the annoyance that the dinner had caused her, but also to arouse the concern of the members of the small circle who lived nearby and sometimes wanted to abandon their hands. This is not because the nurse guessed that this "great day" was as pleasant for them as it was for her, but because once they were convinced that the dinner was the most terrible misery for her, she could arouse their loyalty. You won't let me be alone with those Chinese people. On the contrary, we should get together a little more to share the boredom. Naturally, it is impossible for us to talk about what we are interested in then. It must be a bad Wednesday. What can you do about it?"

"Indeed," Brishaw answered to me, "Mrs. Vildiran is very clever and devotes great enthusiasm to preparing for her Wednesday. I think she is very unwilling to receive gentlemen of noble origin who have no thought. She couldn't make up her mind to invite the Marquis who enjoyed the legacy of her deceased husband, but she condescended to invite her son and daughter-in-law."

"Ah, can we see Marquis Campbell?" Godard said, with a smile on her face, and though she did not know if Mrs. Campbell was beautiful, she thought she should put some lewdness and some pretentious courtesy into her smile. However, the title of Marquis itself aroused an attractive and romantic image in his mind.

"Ah! I know her. He once strolled with Mrs. Vildiran and met her on her way, Tsky said. Do you mean to know her, not in the Biblical sense? The doctor said, glancing under his long-handled glasses, he was making a joke that he particularly liked. She's smart, "Tsky said to me." Of course, "he continued, smiling at me as I said nothing, adding weight to every word." She's smart and not smart. She's uncultivated and superficial, but she's born to appreciate beautiful things. She would rather keep silent than say a silly word. Besides, she's beautiful and has some beauty. It might be interesting to make a portrait of her." He added a half-squinted sentence, as if she were sitting in front of him, and he was looking at it carefully. My opinion is contrary to what Tsky expressed in such subtle colors, so I only told him that she was the sister of a distinguished engineer, Mr. Legrandan. Well, you see, you're going to be introduced to a beautiful woman." Brishaw said to me, "No one expected what would happen. Cleopatra is not even a lady. She is a humble little woman. She is a frightening little woman written by Melak. But as a result, not only the fool Anthony, but also the ancient world has been affected. I have already been introduced to Mrs. de Campbell." I answered. Ah! In this way, you are going to the hometown of old acquaintances. I'm very happy to see her." I answered, "Because she had promised me a book on the place names of the area by the priest who used to come from Gombre, I could take the opportunity to remind her of her promises. I'm interested in the priest and etymology. Don't trust the etymologies he put forward too much, "Brishaw answered me." That book is in Las Player, and I've been browsing it for a while. There's nothing I'm interested in. There's a lot of fallacies in it. Let me give you an example. The word bricq'(Brick) is used a lot in the composition of geographical names in the areas around us. The brave clergyman had a strange idea for a moment that the word originated in'briga'(Briga), meaning highland, defense. He has proved this in the Celtic tribes, such as Latobriges (Latobriges), Nemeto-briges (Nameto-Brics), and so on, even in terms of Briand (Brion), Brion (Brion). To put it right, Bricquebosc means highland woods, BricGqucvillc means highland dwelling, and Bricquebec means streamside highland before we arrive at Mainville. However, that's not the case at all, because bricq is an old word in Scandinavian, meaning only bridge. Likewise, as far as the word Fleur is concerned, Mrs. de Campbell's darling takes great pains to say that it has something to do with the Scandinavian word floi and flo, and that it derives from the Irish word AE and aer. On the contrary, it undoubtedly derives from the Danish word fiord, meaning: port. Moreover, the benevolent priest thought that Saint-Martin-le-Vetu near Las Player meant saint-MarGtin-le-Vieux (Vetus). It is certain that the word Vieux plays a very important role in the combination of geographical names in this area. Vieux generally comes from Vadum, meaning a shoal, such as the place called Les Vieus. This is what the British call "ford" (for example, Oxford, HereGford). In some cases, however, Vieux did not originate from Vetus, but from the word Vastatus, meaning barren, barren places. There's a place nearby called Sottvast, Vastde Setold; Brillevast is Vvstde Berold. I think the priest's textual research is wrong, and Saint-Martin-le-Vieux used to be called Saint-Martin-du Gast, or even Saint-Martin-de Terregate. However, the letters `v'and `g' in these two words are the same letter. Everyone says devaster and gacher. Jacheres means the same thing as gatine. Therefore, Terregate means terravas Gtata. As for Saint-Mars, in the past (those who hold unorthodox views have to be blamed!) Saint-Mard, or Saint-Medardus, has various names, such as Saint-Medard, Saint-Mard, Saint-Marc, Cinq-Mars and even Dammas. In addition, it should not be forgotten that there are some place names nearby with the word Mars, which clearly proves the origin of pagan religion (its God is Mars), the etymology of which is still alive in this area, but the saint refuses to recognize it. Highlands dedicated to God are especially numerous, such as Jeu-mont. The priest of yours has turned a deaf ear, and no matter where Christianity has left its mark, it has not attracted his attention. He even traveled to Loctudy, where he said it was a barbarian place name, but in fact it was Locus Sancti Tudeni, and he did not recognize Sanctus Martialis in the word Samar Gcoles. "Your priest," Brishaw continued, noting my interest, "he thought the word"hon, hom, holm"came from the word"holl"(hullus), meaning hill, but it actually came from the Old Nordic word"holm", meaning island, which you are familiar with, such as Stockholm. In this area, it is widely popular, such as La Houlme, Engohomme, Tahoume, Robehomme, Nehomme, quette Hom and so on. These names reminded me of the day when Albertina wanted to go to Unfreville-Rabigu (Brishaw told me that the place was named after two of its successive lords) and then suggested that I go to Rebohomme for dinner. NeGhomme is not close to Calcutte and Cliturps? I asked.

"Absolutely right. Nehomme is leholm, meaning the island or peninsula of the famous Viscount Nechel, whose name is still in the place name Neville. You told me just now that Carquethuit and Clitourps are another opportunity for Mrs. de Campbell's darling, with many fallacies. Undoubtedly, he saw very clearly the meaning of carque as a church, that is, the German Kirche. You're familiar with querqueville, not to mention Dunkeraue. We'd better stop for a moment and talk about the well-known word Dun, which means high for the Celts. This word can be found everywhere in France. That priest of yours is fascinated by Duneville. There is also Duneville in the province of El-Loire. He could have found Chateaudun Dunle-roi in the province of Shell; Duneau in the province of Saar; Dun in the province of Ariel; Dune-lesplaces in the province of Nevle and so on. The word "Dun" made him make another ridiculous mistake in verifying the place name of Douville. We'll get off in Douville later. Mrs. Vildiran's comfortable carriage is waiting there. Douville, in Latin, is Douvilla, "he said." In fact, Douville is situated at the bottom of a mountain. Your priest knows everything. He should always realize that he has made a mistake. He did read the word Dou Gville in a previous parish book. So he changed his mind; in his opinion, Domville was a hereditary fiefdom of Father St. Michel, namely dominoabbati. He was delighted with the discovery, but since the Clysoept Conference, people in Mount St. Michel have lived a life of scandals. Taking this historical fact into account, his discovery is quite absurd. If you want to witness the monarchy of Denmark on the coastline, the King of Denmark, carrying out the sacrifice of the God Odin in that area, There is nothing more bizarre than offering little sacrifices to Christ. In addition, I am not surprised to imagine that n has become M. The change in requirements is much less than the normal evolution of the word Lyon, which is also derived from Dun (Lugdunum). But the priest made a mistake in the end. Douville has never been called donville, but Doville, or Eudomis Villa, means the village of Eudes. Dou Gville was formerly called Escalecliff, meaning the step of a steep slope. Around 1233, the Lord of Escalecliff, Ode Lebdaier, went to the Holy Land; on his departure, he gave the church to the Brownshire Monastery. So there was courtesy and reciprocity: the village was renamed his name, which has evolved several times into today's Douville learning; if there is no historical evidence, then Douville may also originate from the word Ouville, that is, the meaning of spring water. The form of AI (e.g. Aigues-Mortes) originates from aqua and usually evolves into EU or ou. Near Douville, however, there are some well-known springs, such as Caquebut. You imagine that the priest would be very happy to find Christian traces there, although it seems very difficult to preach in that area, because many saints have to go there to preach, one after another, Saint Ursar, Saint Govruva, Saint Bassanol, Saint Laurent de Bravdang, the latter eventually grasped the convent of Bobeck. Hand talk and peace. However, as far as tuit is concerned, the author is wrong. He regards it as a form of toft, which means broken houses, such as Criquetot, Ectot, Yvetot and so on. In fact, it is thveit, which means harvested land and reclaimed land, such as Braquetuit, Thleuit, Regnetuit and so on. Similarly, if he admitted that the word Clitourps originated from the Norman thoup, meaning village, he insisted that the first part of the place name was derived from Clivus, meaning hillside, but it actually came from Cliff, meaning cliff. But the biggest mistake he made was not because he was ignorant, but because he was stubborn. As a Frenchman, no matter how good he is, is it necessary to deny the obvious fact and regard Saint Laurent-Ong-Bray as a famous Roman priest? However, it concerns St. Lawrence Ottor, the Archbishop of Dublin. But your friend's religious prejudice is stronger than his patriotism, and there are many obvious mistakes. For example, not far from Las Player where our master lives, there are two Montmartin, one called Montmartin-surmer and the other called Montmartinen Graignes. As for the word Graignes, the benevolent priest made no mistake. He clearly saw that Graignes was Grania in Latin and creCn_in Greek, meaning pond and swamp; examples such as Gresmays, Grlan, Grenneville and Lengrlnne were numerous. But as for Montmartin, your so-called linguist does not think it is a parish named after St. Martin. He relied on the saints as their principal protectors, but did not realize that the saint was later regarded as the principal protector; or rather, he lost his judgment because of his deep hatred for paganism; he did not want to understand why Mont Saint-Michel would not have done the same thing if St Martin had been involved. What about the name Mont-Saint Maitin? The word MontMartin refers specifically to the temples offering sacrifices to Mars in a pagan way. Indeed, we have not yet mastered the remains of these temples, but the existence of the spacious Roman camps in the vicinity is beyond doubt, proving that these temples may have existed, despite textual research. Montmartin can not be identified as a place name to completely eliminate doubt. You see, the pamphlet you will get when you go to Las Player is not the best one to write. I objected that the priest often taught us interesting etymologies in Gombre. He is likely to be familiar with his territory, and his trip to Normandy has left him in a quandary. Nor has he been cured of his illness, "I added." He came with mental weakness and dragged on rheumatism. " Ah! That's the result of mental weakness. As my mentor, Poland, might have said, he suffered from mental weakness in literature. Well, you say, Godard, do you think that psychosis may have a negative impact on philology, and Philology may have a calming effect on psychosis, and the cure of psychosis may eventually lead to rheumatism? Absolutely, rheumatism and mental weakness are two alternative forms of neuro-arthropathy. It is possible for a person to transform one disease into another because of metastasis. The distinguished professor spoke, "said Brishaw." God forgive me. French is also mixed with Latin and Greek. Mr. Pulgong, who has Moliere's memory, may speak in this way himself. Allow me to say, my uncle, I want to talk about Salsa of our nation. Before he had finished, the professor jumped up and shouted, "Ouch." Finally, in clear pronunciation, he said aloud, "We've passed Melville. Hey?) Not even Renavel."

(1) Salse (1827-1899), a famous French dramatic critic.

He just found that the train was parked at the old St. Mass station, and almost all the passengers got off. They shouldn't jump from the station. Maybe we didn't notice when we talked about the Campbells. Listen to me, Tsky. Wait a minute. I'll tell you "a good thing," Godard said, deliberately taking out a look common in some medical circles. "Madame Prince may be on the train. Maybe she didn't see us and went into another box. Let's go and find her. I hope it won't cause trouble!" Then he led us all to look for Prince Shebadov's wife. He finally found her in the corner of an empty carriage, reading Two World Reviews. In the long years of her life, because she was afraid of being rudely treated, she gradually formed a habit and settled down in her own place. Whether in life or on the train, she always stayed in her corner, waiting for others to say good-bye to her before reaching out to salute her. When the believers entered the carriage, she continued to read magazines. I recognized her immediately; the woman, though she might have lost her place, still had a noble birth. In any case, in a salon like Mrs. Vildiran, she must be a pearl, but she was the same woman I met on the same train two days ago. I thought she might be somewhere. The owner of a brothel. Her social identity had been so elusive that once I got her name, everything would come to light. It was like guessing riddles, hurting a lot of brains, and finally getting the answer. All the ambiguities became clear. For human beings, the bottom of the riddle was the name. Sitting next to a woman and traveling with her in the same car, I could not guess her social status. But two days later, I suddenly found out why she was so popular. The surprise was much more interesting than the surprise of seeing the riddle of the previous issue in a new magazine. Big restaurants, casinos and "trains" are family museums that unlock these social mysteries. Mrs. Prince, we missed you in Mainville! Will you allow us to sit in your carriage? Certainly." Mrs. Prince said that she heard Godard speak to her and raised her eyes only from her magazine, which were like Mr. de Charles's. Although they were gentler in comparison, they clearly saw the people in front of them, but pretended not to find them. Godard considered that I was suffering at the same time with the Campbells. Invitation, for me, is a considerable recommendation in itself. In a moment, he made a decision to introduce me to the Prince's wife, who was polite and bent down to see the look on her face *, as if she had heard my name for the first time. Damn it, "cried the doctor." My wife forgot to have my white vest buttoned. Ah! These women think of nothing. You'll never get married, you see." He said to me. This is one of the jokes he often makes when he sees others have nothing to say. He thinks he is in good time. He can't help glancing at Mrs. Prince and other believers. As a professor and academician of the Academy of Sciences, they all smile and show their appreciation for his happy mood and lack of shelf. Mrs. Prince told us that the young violinist had found it again. He was confined to bed yesterday because of migraine headache. He will be here tonight. He will also bring a good friend of his father, whom he met in East Sierra. Mrs. Prince learned all this from Mrs. Vildiran. In the morning, she had dinner with Mrs. Vildiran. Mrs. Prince said to us that the quick, Russian tongue trembler r r was vague and slight in her throat, as if it was not r, but L.

"Ah! You have dinner with her in the morning!" Godard said to Mrs. Prince, but his eyes were fixed on me, for the purpose of this remark was to show me that Mrs. Prince had a close relationship with the patroness." You, you are a faithful believer! Yes, I like this smart circle. It's pleasant, harmless and fashionable. Everyone in it is full of intelligence. Oh dear! I may have lost my ticket. I can't find it anyway. Godard cried, but there was no excessive uneasiness. He knew in his heart that two double-wheeled carriages were waiting for us in Dover. Even without tickets, railway employees would let him go. They would even take off their hats to show their respect and explain their tolerance. That is to say, he had clearly recognized Godard as a frequent visitor to the Vildiran family. They're not going to take me to the police room for that." The doctor concluded. You said just now, sir, "I asked Brishaw." How did you know about this famous spring? The name of the next station is proof of this, and there are many other evidences. The next stop is called Fervaches. I don't understand what he's trying to say. The prince's wife muttered, in a tone that seemed polite to me, "He's annoying us, isn't he?" But, Mrs. Prince, Fervaches means warm water, fervideaquoe... Oh, mention the young violinist, "Brishaw continued." Godard, I forgot to tell you a big story. Did you know that our poor friend Deschamble, the pianist who had won the favor of Mrs. Vildiran, had recently passed away? It's terrible. He's still young, "Godard answered." Maybe there's something wrong with his liver. Sometimes his face was ugly. " But he's not very young, "Brishaw said." As early as Elstier and Swan went to Mrs. Verdir's house, Deschampur was already well-known in the capital. It's surprising that he had not been successfully baptized abroad. Ah! According to Saint Barnum, he was not a believer in the Gospels before he died, this man." You're confused. At that time, he could not have gone to Verdiland House. He was a suckling child at that time." But unless the memory of my old head is unreliable, I remember that Deschamble often played Van der Eyre's Sonata for Swan, when the circle fell out with the nobility, no one expected Swan would one day become our nation's Odette's husband and become the bourgeois queen's husband." That's impossible. When Van der Eyre's sonata was playing at Madame Verdiland's house, Swan stopped stepping on her door long ago. The doctor said that, like some people, he was too busy to be happy. He thought he remembered many useful things, but he threw them away. At last, he praised those idle people for having a good memory. Even your acquaintances have misremembered, and you have no memory loss. The doctor said with a smile. Brishaw admitted that he was wrong. The train stopped. It's La Sogne station. I feel puzzled about the place name." How I wish I could find out what all these place names mean. I said to Godard." Please consult Brishaw, he may know. La Sogne means stork, its scientific name is Siconia. Brishaw answered. I was eager to learn from him about other place names. Mrs. Shebadov forgot that she always cherished her "corner" and kindly took the initiative to change places with me so that I could talk with Brishaw more conveniently. I was interested in other etymologies and wanted to ask Brishaw for advice. Mrs. Prince said very positively that she traveled by car, whether sitting, sitting back or standing. It doesn't matter to her. Because she knew nothing about the new members'inner thoughts, she was still on the alert, but when she recognized their good intentions, she tried to please everyone. The train finally stopped at Dover-Ferdiner Station, which is about the same distance from Ferdiner and Dowell. For this particular reason, the two places were named station names. Damn it, "shouted Dr. Godard, pretending to have just discovered it when we came to the fence at the ticket gate." I can't find my ticket anyway. I might have lost it. " But the railroad employees took off their hats and said it was okay, and smiled respectfully. Mrs. Prince (like a woman in Mrs. Vildiran's palace) was giving the coachman detailed instructions. Because of the Campbells, Verdiland was unable to come to the station. Normally, she seldom came to the station.) Let me share a car with Brishaw. Doctor, Saniette and Tsky got into another car.

Young as he was, the coachman was the head of the Vildeland Palace, and he was the only real official coachman; during the day, he led the couple around because he knew the roads and paths here, and at night he was responsible for bringing the believers back to his palace. When needed, he brought along a "temporary servant" (at his choice). This is a kind-hearted young man, simple and clever, but his face is bitter and his eyes are glassy, which shows that he is sentimental. However, at present he is in a good mood and happy, because he finally succeeded in finding a place for his brother in the Vildiran Palace. His brother, like him, is also a kind old man. We first passed through Dowell. The lush green hills follow the trend and extend to the seashore, forming a vast pasture with moist air and salt, bringing vigor and vitality to the pasture. The pasture grows vigorously and colorfully, intensely and vividly. Rifbell Island is crisscrossed and the coast is teeth-crossed. Compared with Balbeck, the islands are closer to each other. In my opinion, it adds a new atmosphere to this area and looks like a stereo lens. We passed through a small villa in the shape of a wooden house in the mountains of Switzerland, which was rented almost entirely by the painters; then we went up a path where a few unattended cows were frightened and blocked our way for ten minutes, before we continued our journey along the cliff. ” But, through the Immortal Gods, "Brishaw suddenly said," let's talk about that poor Deschamps again; do you think Mrs. Verdiland has heard the news? Has anyone ever told her? Mrs. Vildiran, like almost all the upper classes, no longer cares about anyone who dies and can't come back to Wednesday or Saturday parties or to a family dinner, because she needs to interact with others. She can't think of them for a day. Since people have not existed since they died, it is not natural to say that there are more dead than living people in this small circle. In this regard, the image of all salons is the same as that of this small circle. However, in order to avoid discussing the anguish of the deceased, or even the interruption of dinner due to someone's funeral, which is absolutely unacceptable to the female caregiver, Mr. Vildiran often pretends that the death of a believer makes her wife extremely sad. For the sake of her health, she should not talk about such things. In addition, the death of others in his view is just a common accident, life is like this, a hundred, so the thought of his own end, it is frightened, he can avoid any ideas that may be associated with it. As for Brishaw, he was kind and completely deceived by Mr. Vildiran's remarks about his wife. He was really worried that his girlfriend would be sad to learn such a sad thing. Yes, she knows everything this morning." The prince's wife said, "You can't hide her." Ah! "Oh, dear," cried Brishaw, "a friend of twenty-five years of friendship, it's a blow! One of us has left!" Of course! Of course, what can you do about it?" "It's always painful," Godard said. "But Mrs. Vildiran is a strong woman. She's good at controlling her feelings, not so sentimental." I don't entirely agree with the doctor. The prince's wife said that the rapid flow of voice, the deep tone, looked both angry and joking. Mrs. Vildiran had a cold exterior, but her heart was rich in feelings. Mr. Verdiland told me that she had to go to Paris to attend the funeral. He had to stop her and convince her that the funeral was held in the countryside. Ah! Ouch! She is determined to go to Paris. I know she's a kind-hearted woman. Maybe she's too kind-hearted. Poor Deschamble! Less than two months ago, Mrs. Vildeland was still saying,'Whether it's Prandae, Badrfsky or Risley, there's nothing to be ashamed of beside him. The self-flaunting Nero, who had tried to fool the German scientific community, was more qualified than him to claim: Qualis artifexpereo! I have no doubt, to be honest, that Deschamble, who must have died in Beethoven's devotional atmosphere at the time of his ministry, is entitled to die at Mass if he is fair. But after all, he is a warrior who greets death with tremolo. As a descendant of Parisian champagne, this gifted performer can often find the bravery and elegance of royal guards from his own ancestry.

Latin means, "What a great artist has gone with me!"

From our height, the sea changed the landscape of Balbeck, no longer the high and low rolling mountains, but the cave sky, the dangerous peaks, the glaciers of blue and gray, the dazzling plains stand out, as if at a very low altitude. There, the turbulent waves seemed to be solidified, forming a permanent concentric circle; the sea surface was colored and colored unconsciously, and deep in the bay, the triangular Harbor was as blue and white as fresh milk, and a small ferry that could not sail forward was black and looked like flies falling into milk. It seems to me that it is impossible to see a wider picture in the world. However, every turn, we add a scene *, when we arrive at the Dowell entry tax collection office, so far blocking the mouth of half of our Bay suddenly concave into, in my left, another Bay dazzling, and just before my eyes that bay is generally far-reaching, but the proportion changed, the beauty * doubled. At such an elevation, the air became fresh and pure, which made me drift to immortality. I loved the Vildirans; they sent us a carriage, which, in my opinion, was a tremendous good deed and touching. I wish I could hug Mrs. Prince. I told her that I had never seen such a beautiful scene. She declared that there was no place in the world that she liked more. However, I clearly feel that it is not important for her or for the Vildirans to watch the world quietly as tourists, but to prepare delicious food here, entertain all the visitors they like, and write letters, read books here, in short, to live here and let the beauty of the place be passive. Colour * soaks them in, not as an object of attentive viewing.