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Then he continued "That's the way people would tell you every morning that you're a great man. THEN HE CONTINUED THAT'S THE WAY PEOPLE WOULD TELL YOU EVERY MORNING THAT YOU ARE A GREAT MAN
When you walked along, you'd hold your head high. Your own awareness would confirm your own merit for you. Others would point you out. They'd say 'There's the man who wrote those lovely gavottes.'" He sang the gavottes, and then, looking like a man deeply moved, swimming in joy, his eyes damp, he added, rubbing his hands together, "You'd have a fine house"--he measured its extent with his arms--"a fine bed"--he pretended to stretch himself out on it nonchalantly--"good wines"--which he tasted by smacking his tongue against his palate--"a fine horse and carriage"--he raised his foot as if to climb in--"beautiful women"--he embraced their breasts and gazed at them voluptuously--"A hundred hangers-on would come to sing my praises every day"--he imagined he saw them all around him--Palissot, Poincinet, the two Frérons, father and son, La Porte--he listened to them, he puffed himself up, agreed with what they said, smiled at them, ignored them, scorned them, sent them off, called them back. R PEOPLE WOULD PLAY AND SING YOU ALL OVER THE PLACE WHEN YOU WALKED ALONG YOU'D HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH YOUR UNAWARNESS WOULD CONFIRM YOUR OWN MERIT FOR YOU OTHERS WOULD POINT YOU OUT THEY'D SAY THERE'S THE MAN WHO WROTE THOSE LOVELY GAVANTS HE SANG THE GAVROTE AND THEN LOOKING LIKE A MAN DEEPLY MOVED SWIMMING IN JOY HIS EYES DAMP HE ADDED RUBBING HIS HANDS TOGETHER YOU'D HAVE A FINE HOUSE HE MEASURED ITS EXTENT WITH HIS ARMS A FINE BED HE PRETENDED TO STRETCH HIMSELF OUT ON IT NONCHALANTLY GOOD WINES WHICH HE TASTED BY SMACKING HIS TONGUE AGAINST HIS PALATE A FINE HORSE AND CARRIAGE HE RAISED HIS FOOT AS IF TO CLIMB IN BEAUTIFUL WOMEN HE EMBRACED THEIR BREASTS AND GAZED AT THEM VOLUPTUOUSLY A HUNDRED HANGERS ON WOULD COME TO SING MY PRAISES EVERY DAY HE IMAGINED HE SAW THEM ALL AROUND HIM PALLISSON POIN SINET THE TWO FRAERENTS FATHER AND SON LA PORTER HE LISTENED TO THEM HE PUFFED HIMSELF UP AGREED WITH WHAT THEY SAID SMILED AT THEM IGNORED THEM SCORNED THEM SENT THEM OFF CALLED THEM BACK
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