As one makes one's philosophy, so one lies
on it.
You are on
the bed of purple, senator."
The senator
was encouraged, and went on:--
"Let us
be good fellows."
"Good
devils even," said the Bishop.
"I
declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens,
Pyrrhon, Hobbes, and M. Naigeon are no rascals. I have all the philosophers in
my library gilded on the edges."
"Like
yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop.
The senator
resumed:--
"I hate
Diderot; he is an ideologist, a declaimer, and a revolutionist, a believer in
God at bottom, and more bigoted than Voltaire. Voltaire made sport of Needham , and he was wrong, for Needham
A drop of
vinegar in a spoonful of flour paste supplies the fiat lux.
Suppose the
drop to be larger and the spoonful bigger; you have the world.
Man is the
eel. Then what is the good of the Eternal Father?
The Jehovah
hypothesis tires me, Bishop.
It is good
for nothing but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow.
Down with
that great All, which torments me! Hurrah for Zero which leaves me in peace!
Between you
and me, and in order to empty my sack, and make confession to my pastor, as it
behooves me to do, I will admit to you that I have good sense. I am not
enthusiastic over your Jesus, who preaches renunciation and sacrifice to the
last extremity.
'Tis the
counsel of an avaricious man to beggars.
Renunciation;
why?
Sacrifice; to what end? I
do not see one wolf immolating himself for the happiness of another wolf.
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