Convicia

[beluosus]

Sententia agendi salonem modo in saeculo duodevicesimo in Gallia semper me delectat. Sed numquam salonem agere conatus sum. Satis pecunia ad muniendum careo, sed non est mihi ratio differendi. Difficultatem esse hanc puto: perpaucos invenire possum ad locupletandum homines idoneos. Cum amicis haec saepe disceptabam, et sic semper inter nos constat.

Utinam vitam agam sicut des Esseintes! Eheu, dandyismus mortuus est. In locum eius simulatio et species turpis vilisque successerunt.

Nego humanum esse qui loquatur putidie, adpetens eloquentiam verba abutendo. Noli sermonem tuum verbis ex aliis linguis condire, quod appelationem tuam corrigere me delectabit. Atque postea cum ones rideant sic os noli ducere. Te credemus neque blandum neque urbanum esse, O manusbasiator. Clamys pretiosa deformitatem celare non potest.

Desine, te imploramus, carmen illud recitare; totiens audivimus ut iam ipsi illud recitare possimus. O, conspice autem disceque quod non recitamus.

Libri legendi sunt amandique; noli emere libros ut modo ornanmenta in bibliotecam ponas. Atque, libris quos potes lectis, cur ardenter simulas te doctum esse? Puto lectionem historiae vel litterarum quemadmodum facilem esse quam libros de vampiribus.

Homo doctus se dicere doctum non debeo. Doctrina sincera ipsam ostentat.

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dandyismus mortuus est

[decadentscholar.livejournal.com]

I see that you read A Rebours, and that you think dandyism is dead. That is all that I could eek out from your journal bcs the trial period of my Latin translation program has expired.

What did you think?
DS

Re: dandyismus mortuus est

[beluosus]

Well, i did start reading À rebours, but i am currently only about halfway through. I am really loving it, which unfortunately means I'm reading it rather slowly. Some things just shouldn't be rushed.

The 'dandyism is dead' diatribe stemmed from going out to the local goth club after reading in a café for a few hours and being struck by the dime-store pretentions there passing themselves as refinement.

Reading À rebours reminded me of the decadent life I would aspire towards, but find difficult to maintain for any length of time. I have always wanted to hold an 18th century-style salon, the kind that, for all his need for isolation, a man like des Esseintes would readily attend. But I have never been able to find enough genuinely like-minded individuals with which to people one. So, sitting in the club, I opened my latin notebook and let the vitriol flow.

In (sudden) reflection, I suppose the holders of salons probably always complained about the quality of many of their guests. But I haven't the patience they must have had.

[decadentscholar.livejournal.com]

DE hates people so much--do you really think he would join a salon?

Have you finished yet? Any thoughts?

Here's a picture of my À Rebours thesis project. (http://home.earthlink.net/~ftussing/PAGE_thesis.html) It's a cabinet in which each drawer corresponds to a chapter in the novel, and at the top is an inset book that holds my essay about it.

[beluosus]

You are right, of course, that Des Esseintes hates people too much to actually attend. But if it were good enough, I think a small part of him would still want to despite this.

I did finish a while ago. I am sure I will have more to say about it, but my hangover-addled brain is still recovering from the birthday festivities of last night.

The thesis project looks amazing. Quite a piece of work!