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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At One O'Clock In The Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours <br>we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and I myself shall be the <br>only cause of my sufferings.<br>At last, then, I am allowed to refresh myself in a bath of darkness! First of all, a double turn of the lock. It <br>seems to me that this twist of the key will increase my solitude and fortify the barricades which at this instant <br>separate me from the world.<br>Horrible life! Horrible town! Let us recapitulate the day: seen several men of letters, one of whom asked me <br>whether one could go to Russia by a land route (no doubt he took Russia to be an island); disputed generously with <br>the editor of a review, who, to each of my objections, replied: 'We represent the cause of decent people,' which <br>implies that all the other newspapers are edited by scoundrels; greeted some twenty persons, with fifteen of whom I <br>am not acquainted; distributed handshakes in the same proportion, and this without having taken the precaution of <br>buying gloves; to kill time, during a shower, went to see an acrobat, who asked me to design for her the costume of a <br>Venustra; paid court to the director of a theatre, who, while dismissing me, said to me: 'Perhaps you would do well to <br>apply to Z------; he is the clumsiest, the stupidest and the most celebrated of my authors; together with him, perhaps, <br>you would get somewhere. Go to see him, and after that we'll see;' boasted (why?) of several vile actions which I <br>have never committed, and faint-heartedly denied some other misdeeds which I accomplished with joy, an error of <br>bravado, an offence against human respect; refused a friend an easy service, and gave a written recommendation to a <br>perfect clown; oh, isn't that enough?<br>Discontented with everyone and discontented with myself, I would gladly redeem myself and elate myself a <br>little in the silence and solitude of night. Souls of those I have loved, souls of those I have sung, strengthen me, <br>support me, rid me of lies and the corrupting vapours of the world; and you, O Lord God, grant me the grace to <br>produce a few good verses, which shall prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to <br>those whom I despise.</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>
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