Clermont could not be Made pope, because no priest was he; And then their agent, whose wrath burned, With all their money back returned.
This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès’ improvisation; he emptied his glass, filled, refilled it, and began again:—
“Down with wisdom! Forget all that I have said. Let us be neither prudes nor prudent men nor prudhommes . I propose a toast to mirth; be merry. Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy in the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. The birds are astonishing. What a festival everywhere! The nightingale is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O Georgics of the Rue Madame, and of the Allée de l’Observatoire! O pensive infantry soldiers! O all those charming nurses who, while they guard the children, amuse themselves! The pampas of America would please me if I had not the arcades of the Odéon. My soul flits away into the virgin forests and to the savannas. All is beautiful. The flies buzz in the sun. The sun has sneezed out the humming bird. Embrace me, Fantine!”