Spleen de Paris (Petits Poemes en Prose). Charles Baudelaire
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" And the dog, wagging its tail, which is, I think, in these poor creatures, the corresponding sign of laughter and smiles, walks over and asks curiously wet nose on the bottle outlet, and then, suddenly recoiling with terror, he barks against me, by way of reproach. "- My beautiful dog, good dog, my dog, come and come and breathe an excellent perfume purchased from the best perfumer of the city. Thus you, unworthy companion of my sad life, you look like to the public, that you should never submit delicate perfumes that infuriate, but carefully selected garbage. "- Ah miserable dog, if I had offered a package of excrement you would have sniffed with delight and perhaps eaten. "
2010