all true absintheurs are purchasable
May. 8th, 2012 01:37 amThe problem with looking for a good quote about absinthe is that you end up spending the rest of the evening reading about absinthe.
Not that this is necessarily a bad thing.
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".......Absintheur, pur et simple! – voila tout! I am a thing more abject than the lowest beggar that crawls through Paris whining for a sou! – I am a slinking, shuffling beast, half monkey, half man, whose aspect is so vile, whose body is so shaken with delirium, whose eyes are so murderous, that if you met me by chance in the day-time you would probably shriek for sheer alarm! But you will not see me thus – daylight and I are not friends. I have become like a bat or an owl in my hatred of the sun! - …At night I live; - at night I creep out with the other obscene things of Paris, and by my very presence, add fresh pollution to the moral poisons in the air! I gain pence by the by the meanest errands,. – I help others to vice, - and whenever I have the opportunity, I draw down weak youths. Mothers’ darlings, to the brink of ruin, and topple them over – if I can! […] For twenty francs, I will murder or steal, - all true absintheurs are purchasable! For they are the degradation of Paris, - the canker of the city – the slaves of mean insatiable madness which nothing but death can cure...."
-- Wormwood: A Drama of Paris, by Marie Corelli
Not that this is necessarily a bad thing.
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".......Absintheur, pur et simple! – voila tout! I am a thing more abject than the lowest beggar that crawls through Paris whining for a sou! – I am a slinking, shuffling beast, half monkey, half man, whose aspect is so vile, whose body is so shaken with delirium, whose eyes are so murderous, that if you met me by chance in the day-time you would probably shriek for sheer alarm! But you will not see me thus – daylight and I are not friends. I have become like a bat or an owl in my hatred of the sun! - …At night I live; - at night I creep out with the other obscene things of Paris, and by my very presence, add fresh pollution to the moral poisons in the air! I gain pence by the by the meanest errands,. – I help others to vice, - and whenever I have the opportunity, I draw down weak youths. Mothers’ darlings, to the brink of ruin, and topple them over – if I can! […] For twenty francs, I will murder or steal, - all true absintheurs are purchasable! For they are the degradation of Paris, - the canker of the city – the slaves of mean insatiable madness which nothing but death can cure...."
-- Wormwood: A Drama of Paris, by Marie Corelli
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