LETTER XIII: LA Marquise de Merteuil Cecil Volanges
I'm sorry, my dear, being deprived of the pleasure of seeing her and the cause of this deprivation. I hope this occasion will arise.
will fulfill your order accurately to Danceny gentleman, who certainly very upset to know that your mother you are unwell.
If tomorrow you'll meet me a while to keep him company. She and I will attack the knight de Belleroche 8 the hundreds, and we win money for the greatest pleasure to hear you sing with his kind master, whom I propose it. If this is right for your mother and yourself, answer to go with my two gentlemen. Farewell, my dear, my compliments my dear lady of Volanges. The hug tenderly.
at ..., August 13, 1917 ...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Dorie Greenspan Cancer
The Letter X: The Marquise de Merteuil to the Vicomte de Valmont
Are you mad at me, Vicomte? Or dead? or, which would be almost the same, do not live only for president? This woman who has returned the illusions of youth, we will also soon its ridiculous concerns. It is shy and slave, both were better love. You give up your happy recklessness. See, because, as driving without principles, leaving everything to chance, or rather, at whim. Have you forgotten that love is like medicine, but the art of helping nature? See who fought with their own weapons; but engreiré me because I fight a man on earth. We must yield herself, you say. Surely it must, so to be delivered like the others, but it with bad grace. But, that is delivered, it is necessary to start drinking. Oh, how this distinction is a ridiculous folly of love! I say love because you are in love, and talk differently, would be fool and his evil. Now, Mr. lover languishing, the women you have been violated if any do you think? For more desire that a woman has delivered, even to the urge to do so, it must always be a pretext, and can you have more comfortable which provides air to yield to force? As for me, I confess that one of the things that flatter me more, is alive and well as attack, in which everything is in order, but quickly, that does not put us in the pregnancy never have to repair ourselves a fumble that should be helpful, they can give the air of violence to which we attach to things, and flattered with address our two favorite passions: the glory of the defense and the pleasure of being defeated. I agree that this talent, more rare than you think, I've always liked, but has not seduced me, and sometimes has happened to me giving up only reward. So in our old tournament was the beauty prize value and skill.
But you, you will no longer be conducted as if afraid to hit. How long march in small workshops and crossing roads? My friend, when you want to arrive early, good post-horses and the real way forward. But let us leave this spot that gets me even more angry, as I am deprived of the pleasure of seeing. At least, write me more often and put me abreast of his progress. Well known that more than two weeks will this ridiculous adventure that takes him around the world neglects.
About carelessness, you look like the powers that be to find out the status of their sick friends, but never ask the answer. His last letter just wondering if the gentleman is dead. I have not responded and you have not cared more to know. Do not you know my love is your friend born? But rest assured, it is not dead, if so, would be in excess of pleasure, poor gentleman! How sweet it is! Which qualified for the love! How lively feel! I'm crazy about him and, seriously, perfect happiness is to be loved by me, makes me love him more and more.
The same day I wrote to you I'd try to break out how happy you did! However was meditating on the way to despair when I announced his visit. Be true or illusion never had seemed so friendly. He expected to spend two hours alone with me before he had opened my door to everybody. I said I had to leave, asked me where and I did not answer. He insisted, and I replied irritably: "Where you're not." Fortunately for him, he was made a statue with my answer, because if he had said a word would have inevitably followed a scene that had produced the break that I meditated. Admired for his silence eyes turned to him, for no other purpose, I assure you, than seeing what gesture did. I found lovely painted on his face that sadness deep and tender at once, which you yourself have agreed me it was very difficult to resist. The same cause produced the same effect and was defeated a second time. Since that time, only I took care to avoid that could prove my folly. "I go, I said with a sweet air for a matter concerning him, but do not ask me now. Dinner at my house. Again and then I will inform you." This found the words, but I would not allow him to speak. "I'm very fast, I said. Let me, and we'll see tonight", he kissed my hand and walked away.
immediately to repair what was done, or perhaps to get even myself, I decided to let you know what my house, which had no idea. I called my Victorina faithful and said: "I have a headache, for all I'm lying." Then the two of us staying, while she is disguised as a footman, I took the maid outfit, I sent a cab to the garden gate, he entered and departed. Arrivals at my house, that is the temple of love, I chose the most elegant house dress, is delicious and my invention, and nothing reveals, however, says all forms. I promise you a model for its president, when he has made it worthy to wear it.
After these preparations, while Victorine took care of other details, I read a chapter of The Sofa, a letter of Heloise and two stories of La Fontaine to remember the different tones that I wanted to take. Meanwhile my gentleman came to my house with the usual accuracy. My doorman would not let him go saying that I was indisposed. First incident. He then gave me a ticket, but not my hand as my rule of prudence, then it opens and is written by hand of Victorine: "At nine o'clock on the boulevard promenade, facing the Browns." He goes there, and he believes lacayito not know, and it was Victorine tells you that dismiss your car and follow him. All this so romantic I got out of helmets and this is always good. Finally arrived and the surprise and caused him a true love spell. To let him recovered a bit, we walked a while by the garden. Later I return to my room, and there saw two covered seats and a bed. We went into the cabinet, which was adorned with the greatest pleasure. There, half-sensitive, half by reflection, I held in my arms and I fell at his feet. "Oh, my dear friend, I said, to give yourself for this surprise, I accuse myself of Having A grieving, the appearance of anger, and an instant Having A single hidden inside my heart, forgive my absence, I purge the force of love ". And you judge the effect produced by this passionate speech. The happy gentleman picked me up and my pardon was sealed in the same couch that you and I so happily sealed and just as our eternal break.
Since we had to spend six hours together, and I had decided that this time would be equally delicious for him, I moderated their transports, and gave thanks and kind entertainment truce tenderness. Do not think I ever so carefully as to please or have never been so happy with myself. After one, and childlike, and reasonable, and tumultuous, and sensitive, and sometimes lewd, I was happy to contemplate how a sultan in his harem as I only played the role of different favorites. Indeed, his repeated gifts, but always received the same woman, they were provided with a new lover.
Finally, at daybreak had to be separated and said and did more to prove otherwise, had much need of it as little desire. At a time when we went out and we said goodbye I took the key from the mansion delicious and putting it in his hands said, "I did not have it for you, it's just that you have it, the sacrificer should have the house." With this skill I have learned to prevent reflections that might have aroused in him, seeing the owner of a house, which is always suspect. I'm sure it will not be served with another woman, and if I had the whim to go there without him I have double key. I wanted him by day to return, but I love him too much to want to end so soon. The excesses are good to those who then want to leave. He does not know that, but I know that its for both.
's three in the morning and I have written you a volume when he intended to write only a word. This pleasure produces the confidence of friendship, it makes you what I appreciate most.
But the gentleman is what I like.
at ..., August 12, 1917 ...
But you, you will no longer be conducted as if afraid to hit. How long march in small workshops and crossing roads? My friend, when you want to arrive early, good post-horses and the real way forward. But let us leave this spot that gets me even more angry, as I am deprived of the pleasure of seeing. At least, write me more often and put me abreast of his progress. Well known that more than two weeks will this ridiculous adventure that takes him around the world neglects.
About carelessness, you look like the powers that be to find out the status of their sick friends, but never ask the answer. His last letter just wondering if the gentleman is dead. I have not responded and you have not cared more to know. Do not you know my love is your friend born? But rest assured, it is not dead, if so, would be in excess of pleasure, poor gentleman! How sweet it is! Which qualified for the love! How lively feel! I'm crazy about him and, seriously, perfect happiness is to be loved by me, makes me love him more and more.
The same day I wrote to you I'd try to break out how happy you did! However was meditating on the way to despair when I announced his visit. Be true or illusion never had seemed so friendly. He expected to spend two hours alone with me before he had opened my door to everybody. I said I had to leave, asked me where and I did not answer. He insisted, and I replied irritably: "Where you're not." Fortunately for him, he was made a statue with my answer, because if he had said a word would have inevitably followed a scene that had produced the break that I meditated. Admired for his silence eyes turned to him, for no other purpose, I assure you, than seeing what gesture did. I found lovely painted on his face that sadness deep and tender at once, which you yourself have agreed me it was very difficult to resist. The same cause produced the same effect and was defeated a second time. Since that time, only I took care to avoid that could prove my folly. "I go, I said with a sweet air for a matter concerning him, but do not ask me now. Dinner at my house. Again and then I will inform you." This found the words, but I would not allow him to speak. "I'm very fast, I said. Let me, and we'll see tonight", he kissed my hand and walked away.
immediately to repair what was done, or perhaps to get even myself, I decided to let you know what my house, which had no idea. I called my Victorina faithful and said: "I have a headache, for all I'm lying." Then the two of us staying, while she is disguised as a footman, I took the maid outfit, I sent a cab to the garden gate, he entered and departed. Arrivals at my house, that is the temple of love, I chose the most elegant house dress, is delicious and my invention, and nothing reveals, however, says all forms. I promise you a model for its president, when he has made it worthy to wear it.
After these preparations, while Victorine took care of other details, I read a chapter of The Sofa, a letter of Heloise and two stories of La Fontaine to remember the different tones that I wanted to take. Meanwhile my gentleman came to my house with the usual accuracy. My doorman would not let him go saying that I was indisposed. First incident. He then gave me a ticket, but not my hand as my rule of prudence, then it opens and is written by hand of Victorine: "At nine o'clock on the boulevard promenade, facing the Browns." He goes there, and he believes lacayito not know, and it was Victorine tells you that dismiss your car and follow him. All this so romantic I got out of helmets and this is always good. Finally arrived and the surprise and caused him a true love spell. To let him recovered a bit, we walked a while by the garden. Later I return to my room, and there saw two covered seats and a bed. We went into the cabinet, which was adorned with the greatest pleasure. There, half-sensitive, half by reflection, I held in my arms and I fell at his feet. "Oh, my dear friend, I said, to give yourself for this surprise, I accuse myself of Having A grieving, the appearance of anger, and an instant Having A single hidden inside my heart, forgive my absence, I purge the force of love ". And you judge the effect produced by this passionate speech. The happy gentleman picked me up and my pardon was sealed in the same couch that you and I so happily sealed and just as our eternal break.
Since we had to spend six hours together, and I had decided that this time would be equally delicious for him, I moderated their transports, and gave thanks and kind entertainment truce tenderness. Do not think I ever so carefully as to please or have never been so happy with myself. After one, and childlike, and reasonable, and tumultuous, and sensitive, and sometimes lewd, I was happy to contemplate how a sultan in his harem as I only played the role of different favorites. Indeed, his repeated gifts, but always received the same woman, they were provided with a new lover.
Finally, at daybreak had to be separated and said and did more to prove otherwise, had much need of it as little desire. At a time when we went out and we said goodbye I took the key from the mansion delicious and putting it in his hands said, "I did not have it for you, it's just that you have it, the sacrificer should have the house." With this skill I have learned to prevent reflections that might have aroused in him, seeing the owner of a house, which is always suspect. I'm sure it will not be served with another woman, and if I had the whim to go there without him I have double key. I wanted him by day to return, but I love him too much to want to end so soon. The excesses are good to those who then want to leave. He does not know that, but I know that its for both.
's three in the morning and I have written you a volume when he intended to write only a word. This pleasure produces the confidence of friendship, it makes you what I appreciate most.
But the gentleman is what I like.
at ..., August 12, 1917 ...
Monday, August 7, 2006
Western Chikan Stream
LETTER V: the Marquise de Merteuil AL Vicomte de Valmont
You know, Viscount, his letter is very insolent, and I would have the right to be angry, if you wanted? But I've seen her clearly that you had lost your mind, and this only spare you from my anger. Amiga generous and sensitive, forget my own injury but not to think about the danger of you, and more annoying to be the reason, I yield to the need you have of it right now. Getting to the president of Tourvel! Fancy so ridiculous! Ill admit it its head, you always want exactly what I think you can not achieve.
What do you see that woman, in short? Regular features, if you want, but without any expression, very well formed, but without grace, always making a way to laugh with their ruffs around his neck and closed her bra to her chin. I speak as a friend. Two women like this would be enough to make him lose all his reputation, remember the day when she asked for the poor in San Roque, and you thanked me so much I would have tried this spectacle. It seems to me to see even shaking hands with that long hair varal, stumbling at every step, keeping your tontillo of four yards on his head and blushing one each bow. Who would have told you so "you will want one day this woman?" Come on, Viscount mine, and then shrink from itself, I promise you the secret.
Beyond that, look at the troubles that lie ahead. What have you to combat rival? A husband! Do not feel humiliated with this word? What a shame if this fails and what little glory with a win! I still say more, do not expect any pleasure. Will have to unduly modest, I mean, with which they are in good faith? Subject to the center of pleasure, but do not offer half-joys. That total abandonment of self, that voluptuous delirium that is pure pleasure for the very excess, these gifts of love are not known for such women. I predict it: on the assumption happier, believe the president had done what it should treat you and your husband, and when both spouses are alone, even in moments of greatest delight is always that there are two. In your case the evil is even greater: the president is pious, but that kind of devotion that makes them poor woman never happen no children. Did you overcome this difficulty but does not flatter to destroy it. Overcome the love of God, but not the fear of the devil, as it has in his arms his love and feel his heart beat, it sure is scary, not love. Maybe if you had known before I could have done it, but what you already have twenty-two and has two beds. Believe me, when a woman has already formed that crust, it must be abandoned to their fate, because basically never be worth anything.
However, such is the beautiful object you disobey me who is buried in his aunt's house and give up the company more delicious and more honorable. What makes Gercourt fate will always take advantage? Listen, I speak without getting angry, but right now I'm tempted to believe that you deserve the reputation it has, and what do I cease my confidant never get used to tell my secrets to the lover of Madame de Tourvel.
Please note, however, that Miss Volanges has already made a conquest. The young Danceny is crazy about her. She has sung with her and in fact sings regularly do better than schoolgirls. Be tested many duets and I think it would taste together, but Danceny is a child who waste time wooing and not end nothing. The girl on the other hand is quite skittish and, anyway, all this will be much less fun than it had been in the hands of you, so I am angry and gentleman is certainly at odds when it comes. We will either show tenderness, because right now it cost me anything to quit. I'm sure that if I now give him a break with despair and nothing I enjoy more than a desperate lover. Call me treacherous and this word has always given me great pleasure. After cruel word is sweeter to the ear of a woman and that costs less deserving. Seriously I will do this break; see, however, what you are due. Therefore
I miss him on his conscience. Goodbye, recomiéndeme to the prayers of his chair.
Paris, August 7, 1917 ...
What do you see that woman, in short? Regular features, if you want, but without any expression, very well formed, but without grace, always making a way to laugh with their ruffs around his neck and closed her bra to her chin. I speak as a friend. Two women like this would be enough to make him lose all his reputation, remember the day when she asked for the poor in San Roque, and you thanked me so much I would have tried this spectacle. It seems to me to see even shaking hands with that long hair varal, stumbling at every step, keeping your tontillo of four yards on his head and blushing one each bow. Who would have told you so "you will want one day this woman?" Come on, Viscount mine, and then shrink from itself, I promise you the secret.
Beyond that, look at the troubles that lie ahead. What have you to combat rival? A husband! Do not feel humiliated with this word? What a shame if this fails and what little glory with a win! I still say more, do not expect any pleasure. Will have to unduly modest, I mean, with which they are in good faith? Subject to the center of pleasure, but do not offer half-joys. That total abandonment of self, that voluptuous delirium that is pure pleasure for the very excess, these gifts of love are not known for such women. I predict it: on the assumption happier, believe the president had done what it should treat you and your husband, and when both spouses are alone, even in moments of greatest delight is always that there are two. In your case the evil is even greater: the president is pious, but that kind of devotion that makes them poor woman never happen no children. Did you overcome this difficulty but does not flatter to destroy it. Overcome the love of God, but not the fear of the devil, as it has in his arms his love and feel his heart beat, it sure is scary, not love. Maybe if you had known before I could have done it, but what you already have twenty-two and has two beds. Believe me, when a woman has already formed that crust, it must be abandoned to their fate, because basically never be worth anything.
However, such is the beautiful object you disobey me who is buried in his aunt's house and give up the company more delicious and more honorable. What makes Gercourt fate will always take advantage? Listen, I speak without getting angry, but right now I'm tempted to believe that you deserve the reputation it has, and what do I cease my confidant never get used to tell my secrets to the lover of Madame de Tourvel.
Please note, however, that Miss Volanges has already made a conquest. The young Danceny is crazy about her. She has sung with her and in fact sings regularly do better than schoolgirls. Be tested many duets and I think it would taste together, but Danceny is a child who waste time wooing and not end nothing. The girl on the other hand is quite skittish and, anyway, all this will be much less fun than it had been in the hands of you, so I am angry and gentleman is certainly at odds when it comes. We will either show tenderness, because right now it cost me anything to quit. I'm sure that if I now give him a break with despair and nothing I enjoy more than a desperate lover. Call me treacherous and this word has always given me great pleasure. After cruel word is sweeter to the ear of a woman and that costs less deserving. Seriously I will do this break; see, however, what you are due. Therefore
I miss him on his conscience. Goodbye, recomiéndeme to the prayers of his chair.
Paris, August 7, 1917 ...
Friday, August 4, 2006
Can Creatine Mess With Your Heart?
CARTAII: LA Marquise de Merteuil Vicomte de Valmont AL IN LA QUINTA DE ...
again, my dear viscount, you will return. What are you doing there? What do you do at home to an elderly aunt who has instituted a property you inherited? Cut you at the moment that I need. It happened to me an excellent idea and I trust their implementation. These few words should be enough for you, and too honest with my choice, it should come forward to receive my orders to my feet, but you abuse my kindness, even after it has ceased to take advantage of them, and in alternative goodbye eternal or excessive indulgence, that you want to further my goodness. I wish therefore to inform you of my projects, but you swear to me true faith of a gentleman will not run any adventure before giving it to an end, it is worthy of a hero, you will love and revenge, in short, be like a achievement rather than add to their memories, yes, their memories, because I want to be published one day, and I undertake to write. But let's leave this and go to the idea that concerns me.
Volanges Mrs. house her daughter is still a secret, but has entrusted to me yesterday. Who do you think has chosen for his son? The Count of Gercourt. Who would have said I would be the premium Gercourt? I have a rage ... What? Would not you guess yet? Oh, awkward understanding! Have you forgiven you and that haul the Intendant? What I should not complain even more of it, monster? But I calm down, and hope to conceive of revenge calms my spirit.
thousand times you screwed up like me with the importance given Gercourt the woman he married, and the foolish presumption to believe that it will avoid the fate of all. You know its ridiculous presumption in favor of the education given in convents, and concern, even more ridiculous for the modesty of the blondes. In Indeed, I would bet that despite sixty thousand francs a year that has the young Volanges never have married her if he had had black hair, or had not been in the convent. Prove ourselves, then that is a fool: take them one day, that's not what keeps me running, but the funny thing would be to start it. How much would be fun listening to him brag the next day! Because they boast, certainly more than this you get to be this girl, will be a great misfortune if such Gercourt not come into being, like any other, the story of Paris. Moreover, the heroine of this novel deserves your attention, really nice, has no fifteen years is a rosebud, dull, indeed, like no other, and without any grace, but you men are not afraid of this, it is also certainly true that languid look promising, I will add you I recommend, which has no more to do to thank me and obey me.
you receive this letter in the morning, I demand that the seven p.m. is now me. I will not get anyone to eight, or even the favorite knight: do not have enough head for a very serious business. You see I'm not blind love. At eight I will give you your freedom and ten back to my house for dinner with his beautiful object, because the mother and daughter have dinner with me. Goodbye, it's after midnight, I will soon no more of you.
Paris, August 4, 1917 ...
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