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You'd be convinced in the evening that you were great man, and that great man, Rameau the nephew, would fall asleep to the soft murmur of praise which echoed in his ears. Even while he was sleeping, he would have a satisfied air  his chest would expand, rise, and fall with assurance, and he'd snore like a great man." YOU'D BE CONVINCED IN THE EVENING THAT YOU WERE A GREAT MAN AND THAT GREAT MAN RAMEAU THE NEPHEW WOULD FALL ASLEEP TO THE SOFT MURMUR OF PRAISE WHICH ECHOED IN HIS EARS EVEN WHILE HE WAS SLEEPING HE WOULD HAVE A SATISFIED AIR HIS CHEST WOULD EXPAND RISE AND FALL WITH ASSURANCE AND HE'D SNORE LIKE A GREAT MAN
o 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. Then he continued "That's the way people would tell you every morning that you're a great man. You'd read in the history of Trois Siècles that you were a great man. OULD 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 THEN HE CONTINUED THAT'S THE WAY PEOPLE WOULD TELL YOU EVERY MORNING THAT YOU ARE A GREAT MAN YOU'D READ IN THE HISTORY OF TROY CYCLAY THAT YOU WERE A GREAT MAN
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