A Passion in the Desert

A Passion in the Desert

The whole show is dreadful, she cried coming out of the menagerie of M. Martin. She had just been looking at that daring speculator working with his hyena,to speak in the style of the programme. By what means, she continued, can he have tamed these animals to such a point as to be certain of their affection for You think that beasts are wholly without passions? I asked her. Quite the reverse; we can communicate to them all the vices arising in our own state of civilization. But, I continued, the first time I saw M. Martin, I admit, like you, I did give vent to an exclamation of surprise. I found myself next to an old soldier with the right leg amputated, who had come in with me. His face had struck me. He had one of those heroic heads, stamped with the seal of warfare, and on which the battles of Napoleon are written. Besides, he had that frank, good-humored expression which always impresses me favorably. He was without doubt one of those troopers who are surprised at nothing, who find matter for laughter in the contortions of a dying comrade, who bury or plunder him quite light-heartedly, who stand intrepidly in the way of bullets;in fact, one of those men who waste no time in deliberation, and would not hesitate to make friends with the devil himself. After looking very attentively at the proprietor of the menagerie getting out of his box, my companion pursed up his lips with an air of mockery and contempt, with that peculiar and expressive twist which superior people assume to show they are not taken in. Then, when I was expatiating on the courage of M. Martin, he smiled, shook his head knowingly, and said, Well known. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 1555
Author: Balzac, Honoré de
Release Date: Dec 1, 1998
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Translator: Dowson, Ernest Christopher, 1867-1900