"Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre.... Voila toute la différence." Toward the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted during the last months of President Winthrop's administration. The country was apparently tranquil. Everybody knows how the Tariff and Labour questions were settled. The war with Germany, incident on that country's seizure of the Samoan Islands, had left no visible scars upon the republic, and the temporary occupation of Norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten in the joy over repeated naval victories, and the subsequent ridiculous plight of General Von Gartenlaube's forces in the State of New Jersey. The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid one hundred per cent and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a coaling station. The country was in a superb state of defence. Every coast city had been well supplied with land fortifications; the army under the parental eye of the General Staff, organized according to the Prussian system, had been increased to 300,000 men, with a territorial reserve of a million; and six magnificent squadrons of cruisers and battle-ships patrolled the six stations of the navigable seas, leaving a steam reserve amply fitted to control home waters. The gentlemen from the West had at last been constrained to acknowledge that a college for the training of diplomats was as necessary as law schools are for the training of barristers; consequently we were no longer represented abroad by incompetent patriots.
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THE KING IN YELLOW - 1 - THE REPAIRER OF REPUTATIONS - 1
ROBERT W. CHAMBERS THE KING IN YELLOW IS DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER Along the shore the cloud break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. Cassilda's Song ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 1 - THE REPAIRER OF REPUTATIONS - 2
II I climbed the three dilapidated flights of stairs, which I had so often climbed before, and knocked at small door at the end of the corridor. Mr. Wilde opened the door and I walked in. When he had double-locked the door and pushed a heavy chest against it, he came and sat down beside me, peering up into my face with his little light-coloured eyes. Half a dozen new scratches covered his nose and cheeks, and the silver wires which supported his artificial ears had become displaced. I thought I had never seen him so hideously fascinating. He ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 1 - THE REPAIRER OF REPUTATIONS - 3
III One morning early in May I stood before the steel safe in my bedroom, trying on the golden crown. The diamonds flashed fire as I turned to the mirror, and the heavy beaten gold burned like a halo about my head. I remembered Camilla's agonized scream and the awful words echoing through the dim streets of Carcosa. They were the last lines in the first act, and I dared not think of what followed—dared not, even in the spring sunshine, there in my own room, surrounded with familiar objects, reassured by the bustle from the street and the ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 2 - THE MASK - 1
Camilla: You, sir, should unmask. Stranger: Indeed? Cassilda: Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. I wear no mask. Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask! The King in Yellow, Act I, Scene 2. I Although I knew nothing of chemistry, I listened fascinated. He picked up an Easter lily which Geneviève had brought that morning from Notre Dame, and dropped it into the basin. Instantly the liquid lost its crystalline clearness. For a second the lily was enveloped in a milk-white foam, which disappeared, leaving the fluid opalescent. Changing tints of orange ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 2 - THE MASK - 2
II Some work that I was doing about this time on the decorations for Geneviève's boudoir kept me constantly the quaint little hotel in the Rue Sainte-Cécile. Boris and I in those days laboured hard but as we pleased, which was fitfully, and we all three, with Jack Scott, idled a great deal together. One quiet afternoon I had been wandering alone over the house examining curios, prying into odd corners, bringing out sweetmeats and cigars from strange hiding-places, and at last I stopped in the bathing-room. Boris, all over clay, stood there washing his hands. The room was ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 2 - THE MASK - 3
III At noon next day when I called, I found Boris walking restlessly about his studio. "Geneviève is asleep now," he told me, "the sprain is nothing, but why should she have such a high fever? The doctor can't account for it; or else he will not," he muttered. "Geneviève has a fever?" I asked. "I should say so, and has actually been a little light-headed at intervals all night. The idea!—gay little Geneviève, without a care in the world,—and she keeps saying her heart's broken, and she wants to die!" My own heart stood still. Boris leaned against ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 2 - THE MASK - 4
IV The same evening I took the keys and went into the house I had known so well. Everything in order, but the silence was terrible. Though I went twice to the door of the marble room, I could not force myself to enter. It was beyond my strength. I went into the smoking-room and sat down before the spinet. A small lace handkerchief lay on the keys, and I turned away, choking. It was plain I could not stay, so I locked every door, every window, and the three front and back gates, and went away. Next morning ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 3 - IN THE COURT OF THE DRAGON
"Oh, thou who burn'st in heart for those who burn In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn; long be crying—'Mercy on them.' God! Why, who art thou to teach and He to learn?" In the Church of St. Barnabé vespers were over; the clergy left the altar; the little choir-boys flocked across the chancel and settled in the stalls. A Suisse in rich uniform marched down the south aisle, sounding his staff at every fourth step on the stone pavement; behind him came that eloquent preacher and good man, Monseigneur C——. My chair was near the chancel ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 4 - THE YELLOW SIGN - 1
"Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through." I are so many things which are impossible to explain! Why should certain chords in music make me think of the brown and golden tints of autumn foliage? Why should the Mass of Sainte Cécile bend my thoughts wandering among caverns whose walls blaze with ragged masses of virgin silver? What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 4 - THE YELLOW SIGN - 2
II The next morning, Thomas, the bell-boy, brought me the Herald and a bit of news. The church next had been sold. I thanked Heaven for it, not that being a Catholic I had any repugnance for the congregation next door, but because my nerves were shattered by a blatant exhorter, whose every word echoed through the aisle of the church as if it had been my own rooms, and who insisted on his r's with a nasal persistence which revolted my every instinct. Then, too, there was a fiend in human shape, an organist, who reeled off some ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 5 - THE DEMOISELLE D'YS - 1
"Mais je croy que je Suis descendu on puiz Ténébreux onquel disoit Heraclytus estre Vereté cachée." "There be three which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: "The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid." I The utter desolation of the scene began to have its effect; I sat down to face the situation and, if possible, recall to mind some landmark which might aid me in ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 4 - THE YELLOW SIGN - 3
III The day following was a disastrous one for me. While moving a framed canvas from one easel to my foot slipped on the polished floor, and I fell heavily on both wrists. They were so badly sprained that it was useless to attempt to hold a brush, and I was obliged to wander about the studio, glaring at unfinished drawings and sketches, until despair seized me and I sat down to smoke and twiddle my thumbs with rage. The rain blew against the windows and rattled on the roof of the church, driving me into a nervous fit ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 5 - THE DEMOISELLE D'YS - 2
II I awoke next morning with the music of the horn in my ears, and leaping out of the bed, went to a curtained window where the sunlight filtered through little deep-set panes. The horn ceased as I looked into the court below. A man who might have been brother to the two falconers of the night before stood in the midst of a pack of hounds. A curved horn was strapped over his back, and in his hand he held a long-lashed whip. The dogs whined and yelped, dancing around him in anticipation; there was the stamp of ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 6 - THE PROPHETS' PARADISE
"If but the Vine and Love Abjuring Band Are in the Prophets' Paradise to stand, Alack, I doubt the Paradise, Were empty as the hollow of one's hand." THE STUDIO He smiled, saying, "Seek her throughout the world." I said, "Why tell me of the world? My world is here, between these walls and the sheet of glass above; here among gilded flagons and dull jewelled arms, tarnished frames and canvasses, black chests and high-backed chairs, quaintly carved and stained in blue and gold." "For whom do you wait?" he said, and I answered, "When she comes I shall ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 7 - THE STREET OF THE FOUR WINDS - 1
"Ferme tes yeux à demi, Croise tes bras sur ton sein, Et de ton cœur endormi Chasse à jamais dessein." "Je chante la nature, Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin, Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain, Le ciel qui parle au cœur d'existence future!" I The animal paused on the threshold, interrogative alert, ready for flight if necessary. Severn laid down his palette, and held out a hand of welcome. The cat remained motionless, her yellow eyes fastened upon Severn. "Puss," he said, in his low, pleasant voice, "come in." The tip of her thin ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 7 - THE STREET OF THE FOUR WINDS - 2
II "It is fortunate," said Severn, sitting up and stretching, "that we have tided over the dinner hour, for have nothing to offer you for supper but what may be purchased with one silver franc." The cat on his knee rose, arched her back, yawned, and looked up at him. "What shall it be? A roast chicken with salad? No? Possibly you prefer beef? Of course,—and I shall try an egg and some white bread. Now for the wines. Milk for you? Good. I shall take a little water, fresh from the wood," with a motion toward the bucket ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 8 - THE STREET OF THE FIRST SHELL - 1
I "Be of Good Cheer, the Sullen Month will die, And a young Moon requite us by and by: how the Old one, meagre, bent, and wan With age and Fast, is fainting from the sky." The room was already dark. The high roofs opposite cut off what little remained of the December daylight. The girl drew her chair nearer the window, and choosing a large needle, threaded it, knotting the thread over her fingers. Then she smoothed the baby garment across her knees, and bending, bit off the thread and drew the smaller needle from where it rested ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 8 - THE STREET OF THE FIRST SHELL - 2
II West, standing in the doorway of a house in the rue Serpentine, was speaking angrily. He said he care whether Hartman liked it or not; he was telling him, not arguing with him. "You call yourself an American!" he sneered; "Berlin and hell are full of that kind of American. You come loafing about Colette with your pockets stuffed with white bread and beef, and a bottle of wine at thirty francs and you can't really afford to give a dollar to the American Ambulance and Public Assistance, which Braith does, and he's half starved!" Hartman retreated to ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 8 - THE STREET OF THE FIRST SHELL - 3
III It was four in the morning when he came out of the Prison of the Condemned with the of the American Legation. A knot of people had gathered around the American Minister's carriage, which stood in front of the prison, the horses stamping and pawing in the icy street, the coachman huddled on the box, wrapped in furs. Southwark helped the Secretary into the carriage, and shook hands with Trent, thanking him for coming. "How the scoundrel did stare," he said; "your evidence was worse than a kick, but it saved his skin for the moment at least,—and ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 8 - THE STREET OF THE FIRST SHELL - 4
IV When midnight sounded from the belfry of St. Sulpice the gates of Paris were still choked with fragments what had once been an army. They entered with the night, a sullen horde, spattered with slime, faint with hunger and exhaustion. There was little disorder at first, and the throng at the gates parted silently as the troops tramped along the freezing streets. Confusion came as the hours passed. Swiftly and more swiftly, crowding squadron after squadron and battery on battery, horses plunging and caissons jolting, the remnants from the front surged through the gates, a chaos of cavalry ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 1
"Et tout les jours passés dans la tristesse Nous sont comptés comme des jours heureux!" I The street is fashionable, neither is it shabby. It is a pariah among streets—a street without a Quarter. It is generally understood to lie outside the pale of the aristocratic Avenue de l'Observatoire. The students of the Montparnasse Quarter consider it swell and will have none of it. The Latin Quarter, from the Luxembourg, its northern frontier, sneers at its respectability and regards with disfavour the correctly costumed students who haunt it. Few strangers go into it. At times, however, the Latin Quarter ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 2
II "An' you are pleas wiz Paris, Monsieur' Astang?" demanded Madame Marotte the next morning as Hastings came into breakfast-room of the pension, rosy from his plunge in the limited bath above. "I am sure I shall like it," he replied, wondering at his own depression of spirits. The maid brought him coffee and rolls. He returned the vacant glance of the big-headed young man and acknowledged diffidently the salutes of the snuffy old gentlemen. He did not try to finish his coffee, and sat crumbling a roll, unconscious of the sympathetic glances of Madame Marotte, who had tact ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 3
III The Luxembourg was a blaze of flowers. He walked slowly through the long avenues of trees, past mossy and old-time columns, and threading the grove by the bronze lion, came upon the tree-crowned terrace above the fountain. Below lay the basin shining in the sunlight. Flowering almonds encircled the terrace, and, in a greater spiral, groves of chestnuts wound in and out and down among the moist thickets by the western palace wing. At one end of the avenue of trees the Observatory rose, its white domes piled up like an eastern mosque; at the other end stood ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 4
IV "There is a nouveau here," drawled Laffat, leaning around his easel and addressing his friend Bowles, "there is nouveau here who is so tender and green and appetizing that Heaven help him if he should fall into a salad bowl." "Hayseed?" inquired Bowles, plastering in a background with a broken palette-knife and squinting at the effect with approval. "Yes, Squeedunk or Oshkosh, and how he ever grew up among the daisies and escaped the cows, Heaven alone knows!" Bowles rubbed his thumb across the outlines of his study to "throw in a little atmosphere," as he said, glared ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 5
V The month passed quickly for Hastings, and left few definite impressions after it. It did leave some, however. was a painful impression of meeting Mr. Bladen on the Boulevard des Capucines in company with a very pronounced young person whose laugh dismayed him, and when at last he escaped from the café where Mr. Bladen had hauled him to join them in a bock he felt as if the whole boulevard was looking at him, and judging him by his company. Later, an instinctive conviction regarding the young person with Mr. Bladen sent the hot blood into his ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 9 - THE STREET OF OUR LADY OF THE FIELDS - 6
VI It was with another quick heart-beat that he awoke next morning, for his first thought was of Valentine. sun already gilded the towers of Notre Dame, the clatter of workmen's sabots awoke sharp echoes in the street below, and across the way a blackbird in a pink almond tree was going into an ecstasy of trills. He determined to awake Clifford for a brisk walk in the country, hoping later to beguile that gentleman into the American church for his soul's sake. He found Alfred the gimlet-eyed washing the asphalt walk which led to the studio. "Monsieur Elliott?" ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 10 - RUE BARRÉE - 1
"For let Philosopher and Doctor preach Of what they will and what they will not,—each Is but one link an eternal chain That none can slip nor break nor over-reach." "Crimson nor yellow roses nor The savour of the mounting sea Are worth the perfume I adore That clings to thee. The languid-headed lilies tire, The changeless waters weary me; I ache with passionate desire Of thine and thee. There are but these things in the world— Thy mouth of fire, Thy breasts, thy hands, thy hair upcurled And my desire." I One morning at Julian's, a student ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 10 - RUE BARRÉE - 2
II Twenty-four hours later Selby had completely forgotten Rue Barrée. During the week he worked with might and main the studio, and Saturday night found him so tired that he went to bed before dinner and had a nightmare about a river of yellow ochre in which he was drowning. Sunday morning, apropos of nothing at all, he thought of Rue Barrée, and ten seconds afterwards he saw her. It was at the flower-market on the marble bridge. She was examining a pot of pansies. The gardener had evidently thrown heart and soul into the transaction, but Rue Barrée ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 10 - RUE BARRÉE - 3
III About five o'clock that afternoon, the little sad-eyed woman who fills the position of concierge at the Hôtel Sénat held up her hands in amazement to see a wagon-load of flower-bearing shrubs draw up before the doorway. She called Joseph, the intemperate garçon, who, while calculating the value of the flowers in petits verres, gloomily disclaimed any knowledge as to their destination. "Voyons," said the little concierge, "cherchons la femme!" "You?" he suggested. The little woman stood a moment pensive and then sighed. Joseph caressed his nose, a nose which for gaudiness could vie with any floral display. ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 10 - RUE BARRÉE - 4
IV Monday morning at Julian's, students fought for places; students with prior claims drove away others who had been squatting on coveted tabourets since the door was opened in hopes of appropriating them at roll-call; students squabbled over palettes, brushes, portfolios, or rent the air with demands for Ciceri and bread. The former, a dirty ex-model, who had in palmier days posed as Judas, now dispensed stale bread at one sou and made enough to keep himself in cigarettes. Monsieur Julian walked in, smiled a fatherly smile and walked out. His disappearance was followed by the apparition of the ...Read More
THE KING IN YELLOW - 10 - RUE BARRÉE - 5 - Last Part
V It took Clifford a month to entirely recover, although at the end of the first week he was convalescent by Elliott, who was an authority, and his convalescence was aided by the cordiality with which Rue Barrée acknowledged his solemn salutes. Forty times a day he blessed Rue Barrée for her refusal, and thanked his lucky stars, and at the same time, oh, wondrous heart of ours!—he suffered the tortures of the blighted. Elliott was annoyed, partly by Clifford's reticence, partly by the unexplainable thaw in the frigidity of Rue Barrée. At their frequent encounters, when she, tripping ...Read More