NanaA. A. Knopf, 1922 - 408 pages |
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amused appeared arms asked became beneath Blonde Venus Bordenave Bosc called chair chemise Chezelles Clarisse Count Muffat countess cried crowd Daguenet dear door drawing-room dress dressing-room ÉMILE ZOLA everything exclaimed eyes face Faloise Fauchery fellow felt filly Folies-Dramatiques Fontan Foucarmont Fougeray Gaga gentlemen George girl glance hair hands hastened head kiss knew La Faloise Labordette ladies laugh leave light listened little Louis little women looked Lucy Lusignan Madame Hugon Madame Lerat Madame Maloir Marquis de Chouard midst murmured Nana Nana's never night o'clock once pale Paris passed Philippe Prullière replied resumed returned Rose Mignon round Satin seated seemed seized shoulders Simone smile Steiner stood stupid suddenly surprised talked theatre things thought thousand francs tone of voice turned Vandeuvres Venot waiting whilst window wished women words young woman Zoé
Popular passages
Page ix - BECAUSE he puts the compromising chart Of hell before your eyes, you are afraid; Because he counts the price that you have paid For innocence, and counts it from the start, You loathe him. But he sees the human heart Of God meanwhile, and in His hand was weighed Your squeamish and emasculate crusade Against the grim dominion of his art. Never until we conquer the uncouth Connivings of our shamed indifference (We call it Christian faith) are we to scan The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth...
Page ix - ... His work is evil, and he is one of those unhappy beings of whom one can say that it would be better had he never been born. I will not, certainly, deny his detestable fame. No one before him had raised so lofty a pile of ordure. That is his monument, and its greatness cannot be disputed. Never had man made a similar effort to debase humanity, to insult all images of beauty and of love, to deny all that is good and all that is worthy.
Page 1 - Vari6tes was all but empty. A few individuals, it is true, were sitting quietly waiting in the balcony and stalls, but these were lost, as it were, among the ranges of seats whose coverings of cardinal velvet loomed in the subdued light of the dimly-burning lustre. At nine o'clock the Variety Theatre was still almost empty. In the balcony and orchestra stalls a few persons waited, lost amidst the garnet-coloured velvet seats, in the faint light of the half extinguished gasalier. * The translators...
Page 9 - At length the conductor of the orchestra gave the signal, and the musicians struck the first note of the overture. People were still coming in, and the noise and bustle increased. On special occasions like this there were different parts of the house where friends met with a smile; whilst the regular frequenters, thoroughly at their ease, exchanged bows right and left.
Page 378 - The phenomenon of the rotting female corpse was widespread in the literature of the nineteenth century, the most famous example being the conclusion to the Zola novel Kafu digested as Joyu Nana: Nana was left alone, her face turned upwards in the candle-light. It was a charnel-house, a mass of matter and blood, a shovelful of putrid flesh, thrown there on the cushion. The pustules had invaded the entire face, one touching the other; and, faded, sunk in, with the greyish aspect of mud, they already...
Page 14 - Nana, seeing every one laughing, laughed also, and this redoubled the gaiety. She was funny, all the same, this beautiful girl; and as she laughed, a love of a dimple appeared on her chin. She waited, not in the least embarrassed, but on the contrary quite at her ease and thoroughly at home with the audience, looking as though she herself were saying with a wink of her eye that she didn't possess a ha'porth of talent, but it didn't matter, she had something better than that. And after making a sign...
Page 12 - Prulliere, that especial favourite, appeared as Mars in the uniform of a general, adorned with a monstrous plume, and dragging a sword that reached to his shoulder. He had had enough of Diana; she expected too much. So she swore to watch him and be revenged. Their duo wound up with a ludicrous tyrolienne, which Prulliere sang in his funniest style, and in the voice of an angry tabby. He possessed the amusing conceit of a young...
Page 6 - Parisian curiosity which is sometimes as violent as an attack of brain fever. All were eager to see Nana. One lady had the train of her dress torn, and a gentleman lost his hat. "Ah! you ask me too much," cried Bordenave, whom twenty men were besieging with questions.
Page 114 - The same dizzy feeling he had experienced on the occasion of his visit to Nana, in the Boulevard Haussmann, again seized hold of him. He seemed to sink deeper into the thick carpet beneath his feet; the gasjets burning on either side of the dressing-table and the chevalglass were like the hissing flames of a furnace surrounding his temples. One minute, fearful of fainting away under the influence of all...
Page 7 - Is that really true? I have been assured that you once slept with her." But Mignon, who was in front, put his finger to his lips to signal to them to be silent. And when Lucy asked why, he pointed to a young man who had just passed, murmuring, "Nana's sweetheart.