Those individuals are my museum, and you wish me to sacrifice to your scruples one of my finest subjects....

Moreover,"-- and the malice of the remark he was about to make caused the young man's eyes to sparkle "revile Baron Hafner as much as you like," he continued; "call him a thief and a snob, an intriguer and a knave, if it pleases you.

But as for being a person who does not know where his ancestors lived, I reply, as did Bonhomet when he reached heaven and the Lord said to him: 'Still a chimney-doctor, Bonhomet ?'--'And you, Lord ?'.

For you were born in Bourgogne, Monsieur de Montfanon, of an ancient family, related to all the nobility-upon which I congratulate you--and you have lived here in Rome for almost twenty-four years, in the Cosmopolis which you revile." "First of all," replied the Pope's former soldier, holding up his mutilated arm, "I might say that I no longer count, I do not live.

And then," his face became inspired, and the depths of that narrow mind, often blinded but very exalted, suddenly appeared, "and then, my Rome to me, Monsieur, has nothing in common with that of Monsieur Hafner nor with yours, since you are come, it seems, to pursue studies of moral teratology.