How Many Mean Plans Of Dirty Address, As I Went Along, Did My
Servile Heart Form!
I deserved the Bastile for every one of them.
Then nothing would serve me when I got within sight of Versailles,
but putting words and sentences together, and conceiving attitudes
and tones to wreath myself into Monsieur le Duc de C-'s good
graces. - This will do, said I. - Just as well, retorted I again, as
a coat carried up to him by an adventurous tailor, without taking
his measure. Fool! continued I, - see Monsieur le Duc's face
first; - observe what character is written in it; - take notice in
what posture he stands to hear you; - mark the turns and expressions
of his body and limbs; - and for the tone, - the first sound which
comes from his lips will give it you; and from all these together
you'll compound an address at once upon the spot, which cannot
disgust the Duke; - the ingredients are his own, and most likely to
go down.
Well! said I, I wish it well over. - Coward again! as if man to man
was not equal throughout the whole surface of the globe; and if in
the field - why not face to face in the cabinet too? And trust me,
Yorick, whenever it is not so, man is false to himself and betrays
his own succours ten times where nature does it once. Go to the
Duc de C- with the Bastile in thy looks; - my life for it, thou wilt
be sent back to Paris in half an hour with an escort.
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