On a shut-in November evening Grabinoulor's feet were sploshing about in the Paris mud and that evening he distressed his shoes no end they were quite astonished at having to plough through such black mud when such white snow was falling for Grabinoulor's shoes are full of logic even when his feet are inside them nevertheless although he was perfectly conscious which is something that happens even to people who are not in the least conscientious--of how humiliating this state was for his shoes and indirectly for himself too he couldn't do anything that evening other than place his feet on the ground as there was so little space between the earth and the sky and that was why even though he was Grabinoulor it took him a long time to reach the theatre which high-flown declamators were supposed to transport with all its listeners to the environs of the infinite but a gentleman with a nose a mouth round cheeks spectacles ears and a fine mirror-like pate simply by speaking brought the ceiling down on to the head of everybody sitting in the theatre and it was Grabinoulor who was the most inconvenienced by this nevertheless ladies and gentlemen in full possession of their senses--although being in possession of one's senses doesn't always mean that one is sensible--came on ostensibly to make some allegedly poetic revelations but the smart suits of the men-readers remained smart suits and the pretty little dresses of the women-readers remained pretty little dresses during and after just as before and the carved Cupids--for the tenderest representation of love may be carved in the hardest stone--on the stage boxes didn't change places and the colour of the seats remained the same whereas everyone knows that when seats are really deeply affected they change colour and when the audience left it the theatre was still in the...
The First Book of Grabinoulor
From: The Review of Contemporary Fiction(Vol. 27, Issue 1)
Publisher: Review of Contemporary Fiction
Document Type: Excerpt
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