the carbuncle, Venus. Do me the
favour to be satisfied. I see your dreams are troubled. It is idiotic of
you. Listen; I am going to speak to you in the language of true poetry.
Let Dea eat beefsteaks and mutton chops, and in six months she will be
as strong as a Turk; marry her immediately, give her a child, two
children, three children, a long string of children. That is what I call
philosophy. Moreover, it is happiness, which is no folly. To have
children is a glimpse of heaven. Have brats--wipe them, blow their
noses, dirt them, wash them, and put them to bed. Let them swarm about
you. If they laugh, it is well; if they howl, it is better--to cry is to
live. Watch them suck at six months, crawl at a year, walk at two, grow
tall at fifteen, fall in love at twenty. He who has these joys has
everything For myself, I lacked the advantage; and that is the reason
why I am a brute. God, a composer of beautiful poems and the first of
men of letters, said to his fellow-workman, Moses, 'Increase and
multiply.' Such is the text. Multiply, you beast! As to the world, it is
as it is; you cannot make nor mar it. Do not trouble yourself about it.
Pay no attention to what goes on outside. Leave the horizon alone. A
comedian is made to be looked at, not to look. Do you know what there is
outside? The happy by right. You, I repeat, are the happy by chance. You
are the pickpocket of the happiness of which they are the proprietors.
They are the legitimate possessors; you are the intruder. You live in
concubinage with luck. What do you want that you have not already?
Shibboleth help me! This fellow is a rascal. To multiply himself by Dea
would be pleasant, all the same. Such happiness is like a swindle. Those
above who possess happiness by privilege do not like folks below them to
have so much enjoyment. If they ask you what right you have to be happy,
you will not know what to answer. You have no patent, and they have.
Jupiter, Allah, Vishnu, Sabaoth, it does not matter who, has given them
the passport to happiness. Fear them. Do not meddle with them, lest they
should meddle with you. Wretch! do you know what the man is who is happy
by right? He is a terrible being. He is a lord. A lord! He must have
intrigued pretty well in the devil's unknown country before he was
born, to enter life by the door he did. How difficult it must have been
to him to be born! It is the only trouble he has given himself; but,
just heavens, what a one!--to obt