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Woe to him who yields himself to the unstable heart of woman！
Woman is perfidious and disingenuous。
She detests the serpent from professional jealousy。The serpent is the shop over the way。〃
〃Tholomyes！〃 cried Blachevelle； 〃you are drunk！〃
〃Pardieu；〃 said Tholomyes。
〃Then be gay；〃 resumed Blachevelle。
〃I agree to that；〃 responded Tholomyes。
And； refilling his glass； he rose。
〃Glory to wine！
Nunc te； Bacche； canam！
Pardon me ladies； that is Spanish。
And the proof of it； senoras； is this：
like people； like cask。
The arrobe of Castile contains sixteen litres； the cantaro of Alicante； twelve； the almude of the Canaries； twenty…five； the cuartin of the Balearic Isles； twenty…six； the boot of Tzar Peter； thirty。
Long live that Tzar who was great； and long live his boot； which was still greater！
Ladies； take the advice of a friend； make a mistake in your neighbor if you see fit。The property of love is to err。
A love affair is not made to crouch down and brutalize itself like an English serving…maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing。
It is not made for that； it errs gayly； our gentle love。
It has been said； error is human； I say； error is love。
Ladies； I idolize you all。
O Zephine； O Josephine； face more than irregular； you would be charming were you not all askew。
You have the air of a pretty face upon which some one has sat down by mistake。
As for Favourite； O nymphs and muses！ one day when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guerin…Boisseau； he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up； which displayed her legs。
This prologue pleased him； and Blachevelle fell in love。
The one he loved was Favourite。
O Favourite； thou hast Ionian lips。
There was a Greek painter named Euphorion； who was surnamed the painter of the lips。
That Greek alone would have been worthy to paint thy mouth。
Listen！ before thee； there was never a creature worthy of the name。
Thou wert made to receive the apple like Venus； or to eat it like Eve； beauty begins with thee。I have just referred to Eve； it is thou who hast created her。Thou deservest the letters…patent of the beautiful woman。
O Favourite； I cease to address you as ‘thou；' because I pass from poetry to prose。You were speaking of my name a little while ago。
That touched me； but let us； whoever we may be； distrust names。
They may delude us。I am called Felix； and I am not happy。
Words are liars。
Let us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us。
It would be a mistake to write to Liege＇2＇ for corks； and to Pau for gloves。Miss Dahlia； were I in your place； I would call myself Rosa。A flower should smell sweet； and woman should have wit。
I say nothing of Fantine； she is a dreamer； a musing； thoughtful； pensive person； she is a phantom possessed of the form of a nymph and the modesty of a nun； who has strayed into the life of a grisette； but who takes refuge in illusions； and who sings and prays and gazes into the azure without very well knowing what she sees or what she is doing； and who； with her eyes fixed on heaven； wanders in a garden where there are more birds than are in existence。
O Fantine； know this：I； Tholomyes； I am all illusion； but she does not even hear me； that blond maid of Chimeras！ as for the rest； everything about her is freshness； suavity； youth； sweet morning light。
O Fantine； maid worthy of being called Marguerite or Pearl； you are a woman from the beauteous Orient。
Ladies； a second piece of advice：do not marry； marriage is a graft； it takes well or ill； avoid that risk。
But bah！ what am I saying？
I am wasting my words。Girls are incurable on the subject of marriage； and all that we wise men can say will not prevent the waistcoat…makers and the shoe…stitchers from dreaming of husbands studded with diamonds。Well； so be it； but； my beauties； remember this； you eat too much sugar。You have but one fault； O woman； and that is nibbling sugar。O nibbling sex； your pretty little white teeth adore sugar。Now； heed me well； sugar is a salt。
All salts are withering。Sugar is the most desiccating of all salts； it sucks the liquids of the blood through the veins； hence the coagulation； and then the solidification of the blood； hence tubercles in the lungs； hence death。That is why diabetes borders on consumption。
Then； do not crunch sugar； and you will live。
I turn to the men：
gentlemen； make conquest； rob each other of your well…beloved without remorse。
Chassez across。In love there are no friends。
Everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open。
No quarter； war to the death！ a pretty woman is a casus belli； a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor。All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats。Woman is man's right。
Romulus carried off the Sabines； William carried off the Saxon women； Caesar carried off the Roman women。
The man who is not loved soars like a vulture over the mistresses of other men； and for my own part； to all those unfortunate men who are widowers； I throw the sublime proclamation of Bonaparte to the army of Italy：〃Soldiers； you are in need of everything； the enemy has it。〃
＇2＇ Liege：
a cork…tree。 Pau：
a jest on peau； skin。
Tholomyes paused。
〃Take breath； Tholomyes；〃 said Blachevelle。
At the same moment Blachevelle； supported by Listolier and Fameuil； struck up to a plaintive air； one of those studio songs posed of the first words which e to hand； rhymed richly and not at all； as destitute of sense as the gesture of the tree and the sound of the wind； which have their birth in the vapor of pipes； and are dissipated and take their flight with them。
This is the couplet by which the group replied to Tholomyes' harangue： 〃The father turkey…cocks so grave Some money to an agent gave； That master good Clermont…Tonnerre Might be made pope on Saint Johns' day fair。 But this good Clermont could not be Made pope； because no priest was he； And then their agent； whose wrath burned； With all their money back returned。〃
This was not calcula