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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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Chapter 35 of 365

Chapter Viii—the Death Of A Horse

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“The dinners are better at Édon’s than at Bombarda’s,” exclaimedZéphine.
“I prefer Bombarda to Édon,” declared Blachevelle. “There is moreluxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there aremirrors [glaces] on the walls.”

“I prefer them [glaces, ices] on my plate,” said Favourite.

Blachevelle persisted:—

“Look at the knives. The handles are of silver at Bombarda’s and of bone at Édon’s. Now, silver is more valuable than bone.”

“Except for those who have a silver chin,” observed Tholomyès.

He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible fromBombarda’s windows.

A pause ensued.

“Tholomyès,” exclaimed Fameuil, “Listolier and I were having adiscussion just now.”
“A discussion is a good thing,” replied Tholomyès; “a quarrel isbetter.”

“We were disputing about philosophy.”

“Well?”

“Which do you prefer, Descartes or Spinoza?”

“Désaugiers,” said Tholomyès.

This decree pronounced, he took a drink, and went on:—

Chapter Viii—the Death Of A Horse

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