whichhehadneverdreamedweregraduallyrevealed.

    Itwasahoutaplotandwithonlyonecharacter,being,indeed,simplyapsychologicalstudyofacertainyoungParisianwhospenthislifetryingtorealizeintheeeuryallthepassionsandmodesofthoughtthatbelooeveryturyexcepthisown,andtosumup,asitwere,inhimselfthevariousmoodsthroughwhichtheworld-spirithadeverpassed,lovingfortheirmereartificialitythoserenunciationsthatmenhaveunwiselycalledvirtue,asmuchasthosenaturalrebellionsthatwisemenstillcallsiyleinwhichitwaswrittenwasthatcuriousjewelledstyle,vividandobscureatonce,fullotandofarchaisms,ofteicalexpressionsandofelaborateparaphrases,thatcharacterizestheworkofsomeofthefiartistsoftheFrenchschoolofSymbolistes.Therewereiaphorsasmonstrousasorchidsandassubtleincolour.Thelifeofthesenseswasdescribediermsofmysticalphilosophy.Onehardlykimeswhetheronewasreadingthespiritualecstasiesofsomemediaevalsaintorthemorbidfessionsofamodernsioisonousbook.Theheavyodourofinseseemedtogaboutitspagesandtotroublethebrain.Themereceofthesentehesubtlemonotonyoftheirmusic,sofullasitwasofplexrefrainsandmovementselaboratelyrepeated,produthemindofthelad,ashepassedfromchaptertochapter,aformofreverie,amaladyofdreaming,thatmadehimunsciousofthefallingdayandcreepingshadows.

    Cloudless,andpiercedbyonesolitarystar,acreenskygleamedthroughthewindows.Hereadonbyitswanlighttillhecouldreadnomore.Then,afterhisvalethadremindedhimseveraltimesofthelatenessofthehotup,andgoingintotheroom,placedthebookoleFloreablethatalwaysstoodathisbedsideaodressfordinne