Philosophie
2. The Old Woman's Despair The little, shrivelled old woman rejoiced to see the pretty child over whom everyone was fussing, whom everyone wanted to please -- this pretty being, like the little old woman so fragile, and also like her, toothless and hairless. And she approached him, trying to simper and make pleasant faces at him. But the terrified child struggled against the caresses of the good, decrepit woman, and filled the house with his howling. The good old woman then retired into her eternal solitude, and she cried in a corner, saying to herself: -- "Ah! We unfortunate old females are past the age to please, even the innocent; and we horrify the little children whom we wish to love!"
3. Le 'Confiteor' de l'Artiste Que les fins de journées d'automne sont pénétrantes! Ah! pénétrantes jusqu'à la douleur! car il est de certaines sensations délicieuses dont le vague n'exclut pas l'intensité; et il n'est pas de pointe plus acérée que celle de l'Infini! Grand délice que celui de noyer son regard dans l'immensité du ciel et de la mer! Solitude, silence, incomparable chasteté de l'azur! une petite voile frissonnante à l'horizon, et qui par sa petitesse et son