The Physiology of Marriage, Part 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about The Physiology of Marriage, Part 1.

The Physiology of Marriage, Part 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about The Physiology of Marriage, Part 1.
Ah! to wander over Paris!  What an adorable and delightful existence is that!  To saunter is a science; it is the gastronomy of the eye.  To take a walk is to vegetate; to saunter is to live.  The young and pretty women, long contemplated with ardent eyes, would be much more admissible in claiming a salary than the cook who asks for twenty sous from the Limousin whose nose with inflated nostrils took in the perfumes of beauty.  To saunter is to enjoy life; it is to indulge the flight of fancy; it is to enjoy the sublime pictures of misery, of love, of joy, of gracious or grotesque physiognomies; it is to pierce with a glance the abysses of a thousand existences; for the young it is to desire all, and to possess all; for the old it is to live the life of the youthful, and to share their passions.  Now how many answers have not the sauntering artists heard to the categorical question which is always with us?

“She is thirty-five years old, but you would not think she was more than twenty!” said an enthusiastic youth with sparkling eyes, who, freshly liberated from college, would, like Cherubin, embrace all.

“Zounds!  Mine has dressing-gowns of batiste and diamond rings for the evening!” said a lawyer’s clerk.

“But she has a box at the Francais!” said an army officer.

“At any rate,” cried another one, an elderly man who spoke as if he were standing on the defence, “she does not cost me a sou!  In our case —­wouldn’t you like to have the same chance, my respected friend?”

And he patted his companion lightly on the shoulder.

“Oh! she loves me!” said another.  “It seems too good to be true; but she has the most stupid of husbands!  Ah!—­Buffon has admirably described the animals, but the biped called husband—­”

What a pleasant thing for a married man to hear!

“Oh! what an angel you are, my dear!” is the answer to a request discreetly whispered into the ear.

“Can you tell me her name or point her out to me?”

“Oh! no; she is an honest woman.”

When a student is loved by a waitress, he mentions her name with pride and takes his friends to lunch at her house.  If a young man loves a woman whose husband is engaged in some trade dealing with articles of necessity, he will answer, blushingly, “She is the wife of a haberdasher, of a stationer, of a hatter, of a linen-draper, of a clerk, etc.”

But this confession of love for an inferior which buds and blows in the midst of packages, loaves of sugar, or flannel waistcoats is always accompanied with an exaggerated praise of the lady’s fortune.  The husband alone is engaged in the business; he is rich; he has fine furniture.  The loved one comes to her lover’s house; she wears a cashmere shawl; she owns a country house, etc.

In short, a young man is never wanting in excellent arguments to prove that his mistress is very nearly, if not quite, an honest woman.  This distinction originates in the refinement of our manners and has become as indefinite as the line which separates bon ton from vulgarity.  What then is meant by an honest woman?

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