Why deprive oneself of the superfluous . . .

I tell of my neighbors' surprise / My fortune in different times / And I am still finding its debris / In sweeping the five floors, p. 81

Like Sisyphus

Auguste Rodin

The heir of the boat, p. 143

Hunters that are Too Polite

Landscape Number 42

A New-Year's-Day Call

The small rising

He's going to marry you?

Hideous Phantom

French Theater, Reduced by the Scarcity of Reigning Tragediennes, to Playing to a Dummy

Garden Rats