<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anywhere Out of the World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to <br>suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.<br>It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one <br>which I discuss incessantly with my soul.<br>'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there <br>you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble <br>and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape <br>that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'<br>My soul does not reply.<br>'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland, <br>that beatifying country? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired <br>in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts, and ships moored at the foot of <br>houses?'<br>My soul remains silent.<br>'Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find, amongst other things, the spirit of Europe <br>married to tropical beauty.'<br>Not a word. Could my soul be dead?<br>'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness? If so, let us <br>flee to lands that are analogues of death. I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio. Let us go <br>farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther still from life, if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole. There <br>the sun only grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and darkness suppresses variety and <br>increases monotony, that half-nothingness. There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness, while for our <br>amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-coloured rays that are like the reflection of Hell's own <br>fireworks!'<br>At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 'No matter where! No matter where! As long as it's out <br>of the world!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354397" data-title="Anywhere Out of the World de Charles Baudelaire" data-description="This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window. It always seems to me that I sho..."></div> </div> </div>

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