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There, after finishing the day’s work, when soul
and body are exhausted, I refresh myself with
the green drink, a cigarette, the Temps, and the
Débats. How sweet is life after all, when the mist
of a mild intoxication casts its veil over the
miseries of existence. Probably the powers envy
me this hour of a visionary happiness, for from
this evening onwards it is disturbed by a series
of annoyances which cannot be attributed to
chance. On May 17th, I find my place, which has
been reserved for me daily for nearly two years,
occupied; all the other chairs are also taken.
Deeply annoyed, I have to go to another café.
May 18th.—My old corner in Lilas is again
vacant, and I am again under my chestnut behind
the Marshal, feeling contented, even happy.
My well-concocted absinthe is there, my cigarette
lighted, and the Temps spread out. Then
a drunken man passes; a hateful-looking fellow,
whose mischievous, contemptuous air annoys me.
His face is red, his nose blue, his eyes malicious.
I taste my absinthe, and feel happy not to be
like this sot.... There! I don’t know how,
but my glass is upset and empty. Without sufficient
money to order another, I pay for this
and leave the café. Certainly it was again the
Evil One who played me this trick.
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