130/131 _Et enfin, le ridicule_...what will they say at the club? Laputin say? what is one to say to that ?... _Je suis un forcat, un Badinguet, un_ man pushed to the wall...." And at the same time a sort of capricious complacency, something frivolous and playful, could be seen in the midst of all these plaintive exclamations. |