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Chapter 72

Chapter 4 Section 12 The Eyes of the Poor

[French] Baudelaire
Don't try to guess why I hate you, wouldn't it be better for me to tell you directly?Because you are the most beautiful specimen of female barrier that can be found in this world.

You think we've been together long enough, but to me it feels like we're just getting started.We promise each other that we shall have one thought, and our two souls shall be one; a dream, nothing new, but everybody dreams it, and no one ever experiments it.

You are romantic, you are a little tired, and you sit outside the coffee shop regardless of the cold night.Although the coffee shop is still painted with lime, it has shown its unfinished beauty.That coffee shop is brilliant.The gas lamp, with all its newly opened heat, shone with all its power on the walls, on the gleaming panes of glass in the blinding white mirror, and the gilding of the coves and pillars; The attendants held on tightly, the restless eagle was the lady's joke, the fairies and goddesses carried fruit buns and wild game on their heads, the goddess Hebe and the beautiful boy Ganymede stretched out their arms and held colorful crystal holders. The Tower... History and myth merge to create a paradise for gluttons.

In the middle of the street, opposite us, stood three people.A haggard-looking man in his 40s held a child with one hand and the weakest child who couldn't walk with the other.He took over the babysitting duties and brought his little ones to enjoy the night air.They were all dressed in tattered clothes.The three faces are very serious, and the six eyes are staring at the new coffee shop, all of them are very surprised, but because of different ages, the feelings are different.

The impression of the father: "How beautiful this is, how beautiful it is! One almost thinks that all the gold of the poor has gone into this house." The child: "How beautiful this is, how beautiful it is! But Only people who are not like us can enter the house." As for the impression of the youngest child, his eyes were blank, and he expressed nothing but stupid and profound joy.

Pleasure makes the soul good and the heart soft.That's right, at least for me tonight.Not only was I moved by the eyes of this family but I was ashamed of the bottle and glass that was bigger than our hunger.I come back to see you, lovely, I hope to read my own thoughts in your eyes: I use my eyes to see into your eyes, this feeling is strangely sweet, your blue eyes, where is The drunken moonlight dominated by floating.But you said to me: "These people are really annoying, with such big staring eyes! Why don't you ask the waiter to drive them away?"

It is so difficult to understand each other, my angel, even between lovers.

【Together with you】

In the eyes of the poor, the colorful world is extremely attractive.Those fascinating things are a distant and fantasy space to others.Generally speaking, for the world of luxury, people who have lived at the bottom for a long time have a benevolent and confused vision. Because they have no intuitive life experience, their perception is illusory and strange.But in the face of these eyes from the poor, many rich people have shown self-cultivation that does not match their identities. In those disgusting and vulgar indifferences, our hearts will only rise with more contempt.Compared with being poor and being kind, the poor should arouse our sympathy.The road of life is very long, but the key points are only a few steps.

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