A Passion in the Desert
Honore de Balzac, Ernest Dowson
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(CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Oct. 9, 2014)
"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,"βto 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 forββ" "What seems to you a problem," said I, interrupting, "is really quite natural." "Oh!" she cried, letting an incredulous smile wander over her lips. "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." She looked at me with an air of astonishment.