5. FRENCH FOR SPECTACLE
The beggar has arrived before us - with
his withered hand arrayed. There was
nothing new to attain; just some joy
without care. Let us move forward -
(perhaps a troublesome turning and
winding - to encompass the joy
of a temporary felicity).
-
That beggar man enjoyed no true joy.
He and I; equals. Rejoice he then - one
in his drunkenness and I in my sloth, or regal
desire or - even - envy. For I cannot see
Thou in glory, nor that which is not Thee.
-
On this Parisian street, a spat, a spat, and
a violin. The musician was passing cars with
his vibrant strings - how strong was the street,
a red doorway, nothing meek. Quisnam
esset tenendus vitae modus.
-
'What course of Life was to be taken?'
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