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than the needs of all France. A happy circumstance for France, as the
like always is for all countries similarly favoured!— always was for
England (by way of example), in the regretted days of the merry Stuart
who sold it. Monseigneur had one truly noble idea of general public
business, which was, to let everything go on its own way; of
particular public business, Monseigneur had the other truly noble idea
that it must all go his way—tend to his own power and pocket. Of his
pleasures, general and particular, Monseigneur had the other truly
noble idea, that the world was made for them. The text of his order
(altered from the original by only a pronoun, which is not much) ran:
“The earth and the fullness thereof are mine, saith Monseigneur.”
Yet, Monseigneur had slowly found that vulgar embarrassments crept
into his affairs, both private and public; and he had, as to both
classes of affairs, allied himself perforce with a Farmer-General. As
to finances public, because Monseigneur could not make anything at all
of them, and must consequently let them out to somebody who could; as
to finances private, because Farmer-Generals were rich, and
Monseigneur, after generations of great luxury and expense, was
growing poor. Hence Monseigneur had taken his sister from a convent,
while there was yet time to ward off the impending veil, the cheapest
garment she could wear, and had bestowed her as a prize upon a very
rich Farmer-General, Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics A Tale of
Two Cities poor in family. Which Farmer-General, carrying an
appropriate cane with a golden apple on the top of it, was now among
the company in the outer rooms, much prostrated before by
mankind—always excepting superior mankind of the blood of Monseigneur,
who, his own wife included, looked down upon him with the loftiest
contempt. A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. Thirty horses stood
in his stables, twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls, six
body- women waited on his wife. As one who pretended to do nothing
but plunder and forage where he could, the Farmer-General— howsoever
his matrimonial relations conduced to social morality was at least the
greatest reality among nike air max wright the personages who
attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day. For, the rooms, though
a beautiful scene to look at, and adorned with every device of
decoration that the taste and skill of the time could achieve, were,
in truth, not a sound business; considered with any reference to the
scarecrows in the rags and nike air max wright nightcaps elsewhere
(and not so far off, either, but that the watching towers of Notre
Dame, nike air max light almost equidistant from the two extremes,
could see them both), they would have been an exceedingly
uncomfortable business—if that could have been anybody’s business, at
the house of Monseigneur. Military officers destitute of military
knowledge; naval officers with no idea of a ship; civil officers
without a notion of affairs; brazen ecclesiastics, of the worst world
worldly, with sensual eyes, loose tongues, and looser lives; all
totally unfit for their several callings, all lying horribly in
pretending to belong to them, but all nearly or remotely of the order
of Monseigneur, and therefore foisted on all public nike air max light
employments from which anything was to be got; these Charles
Dickens ElecBook Classics A Tale of Two Cities were to be told
off by the score and the score. People not immediately connected with
Monseigneur or the State, yet equally unconnected with anything that
was real, or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to
any true earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great
fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never
existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of
Monseigneur. Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for
the little evils with which the State was touched, except the remedy
of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin, poured their
distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of, at the
reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving Philosophers who were
remodelling the world with words, and making card-towers of Babel to
scale the skies with, talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye
on the transmutation of metals, at this wonderful gathering
accumulated by Monseigneur. Exquisite gentlemen of the finest
breeding, which was at that remarkable time—and has been since—to be
known by its fruits of indifference to every natural subject of human
interest, were in the most exemplary state of exhaustion, at the hotel
of Monseigneur. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind
them in the fine world of Paris, that the spies among the assembled
devotees of Monseigneur—forming a goodly half of the polite company—
would have found it hard to discover among the angels of that sphere
one solitary wife, who, in her manners and appearance, owned to being a
Mother. Indeed, except for the mere act of bringing a troublesome
creature into this world—which does not go far towards the realisation
of the name of mother—there was no such thing known to the fashion.
Peasant women kept the Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics A Tale
of Two Cities unfashionable babies close, and brought them up, and
charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as at twenty. The
leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance
upon Monseigneur. In the outermost room were half a dozen exceptional
people who had had, for a few years, some vague misgiving in them that
things in general were going rather wrong. As a promising way of
setting them right, half of the half- dozen had become members of a
fantastic sect of Convulsionists, and were even then considering
within themselves whether they should foam, rage, roar, and turn
cataleptic on the spot—thereby setting up a highly intelligible
finger-post to the Future, for Monseigneur’s guidance. Besides these
Dervishes, were other three who had rushed into another sect, which
mended matters with a jargon about “the Centre of Truth:” holding that
Man had got out of the Centre of Truth—which did not need much
demonstration—but had not got out of the Circumference, and that he
was to be kept from flying out of the Circumference, and was even to
be shoved back into the Centre, by fasting and seeing of spirits.
Among these, accordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on—and it
did a world of good which never became manifest. But, the comfort
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Monseigneur were perfectly dressed. If the Day of Judgment had only
been ascertain Air Max 2011 ed to be a dress day, everybody there would
have been eternally correct. Such frizzling and powdering and
sticking up of hair, such delicate complexions artificially preserved
and mended, such gallant swords to look at, and such delicate honour
to the sense of smell, would surely keep anything going, for ever and
ever. The exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding wore little
pendent trinkets that chinked as they languidly moved; Charles
Dickens ElecBook Classics A Tale of Two Cities these golden
fetters rang like precious little bells; and what with that ringing,
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the rustle of silk and brocade and fine linen, there was a flutter in
the air that fanned Saint Antoine and his devouring hunger far away.
Dress was the one unfailing talisman and charm used for keeping all
things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that
was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through
Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals
of Justice, and all society (except the nike air max turnaround
scarecrows), the Fancy Ball descended to the Common Executioner: who,
in pursuance of the charm, was required to officiate “frizzled,
powdered, in a gold-laced coat, pumps, and white silk stockings.” At
the gallows and the wheel—the axe was a rarity—Monsieur Paris, as it
was the episcopal mode among his brother Professors of the provinces,
Monsieur Orleans, and the rest, to call him, presided in this dainty
dress. And who among the company at Monseigneur’s reception in that
seventeen hundred and eightieth year of Our Lord, could possibly
doubt, that a system rooted in a frizzled hangman, powdered,
gold-laced, pumped, and white-silk stockinged, would see the very
stars out! Monseigneur having eased his four men of their burdens and
taken his chocolate, caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests to
be thrown open, and issued forth. Then, what submission, what
cringing and fawning, what servility, what abject humiliation! As to
bowing down in body and spirit, nothing in that way was left for
Heaven—which may have been one among other reasons why the worshippers
of Monseigneur never troubled it. Bestowing a word of promise here
and a smile there, a whisper on one happy slave and wave of the hand
on another, Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics A Tale of Two
Cities Monseigneur affably passed through his rooms to the remote
region of the Circumference of Truth. There, Monseigneur turned, and
came back again, and so in due course of time got himself shut up in
his sanctuary by the chocolate sprites, and was seen no more. The
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little storm, and the precious little bells went ringing downstairs.
There was soon but one person left of all the crowd, and he, nike air max usa with
his hat under his arm and his snuff-box in his hand, slowly passed
among the mirrors on his way out. “I devote you,” said this person,
stopping at the last door on his way, and turning in the direction of
the sanctuary, “to the Devil!” With that, he shook the snuff from
his fingers as if he had shaken the dust from his feet, and quietly
walked downstairs. He was a man of about sixty, handsomely dressed,
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mask. A face of a transparent paleness; every feature in it clearly
defined; one set expression on it. The nose, beautifully formed
otherwise, was very slightly pinched at the top of each nostril. In
those two compressions, or dints, the only little change that the face
ever showed, resided. Th
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