admit to you that I have good sense. I am not enthusiastic over your Jesus, who preaches renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity.
　　'Tis the counsel of an avaricious man to beggars.
　　Renunciation; why?
　　Sacrifice; to what end? I do not see one wolf immolating himself for the happiness of another wolf.
　　Let us stick to nature, then.
　　We are at the top; let us have a superior philosophy.
　　What is the advantage of being at the top, if one sees no further than the end of other people's noses?
　　Let us live merrily.
　　Life is all.
　　That man has another future elsewhere, on high, below, anywhere, I don't believe; not one single word of it.
　　Ah! sacrifice and renunciation are recommended to me; I must take heed to everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the just and the unjust, over the fas and the nefas.
　　Why?
　　Because I shall have to render an account of my actions.
　　When?
　　After death.
　　What a fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch me. Have a handful of dust seized by a shadow-hand, if you can. Let us tell the truth, we who are initiated, and who have raised the veil of Isis:
　　there is no such thing as either good or evil; there is vegetation.
　　Let us seek the real.
　　Let us get to the bottom of it.
　　Let us go into it thoroughly.
　　What the deuce! let us go to the bottom of it!
　　We must scent out the truth; dig in the earth for it, and seize it.
　　Then it gives you exquisite joys. Then you grow strong, and you laugh.
　　I am square on the bottom, I am.
　　Immortality, Bishop, is a chance, a waiting for dead men's shoes.
　　Ah! what a charming promise! trust to it, if you like! What a fine lot Adam has!
　　We are souls, and we shall be angels, with blue wings on our shoulder-blades. Do come to my assistance: is it not Tertullian who says that the blessed shall travel from star to star?
　　Very well.
　　We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, we shall see God.
　　Ta, ta, ta!
　　What twaddle all these paradises are!
　　God is a nonsensical monster.
　　I would not say that in the Moniteur, egad! but I may whisper it among friends. Inter pocula.
　　To sacrifice the world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow.
　　Be the dupe of the infinite! I'm not such a fool.
　　I am a nought.
　　I call myself Monsieur le Comte Nought, senator.
　　Did I exist before my birth?
　　No. Shall I exist after death?
　　No. What am I?
　　A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth?
　　The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy.
　　Whither will suffering lead me?
　　To nothingness; but I shall have suffered.
　　Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself.
　　My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten.
　　I shall eat.⊙⊙文⊙檔⊙共⊙享⊙與⊙在⊙線⊙閱⊙讀⊙
　　It is better to be the tooth than the grass.
　　Such is my wisdom.
　　After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is there; the Pantheon for some of us: all falls into the great hole.
　　End.
　　Finis.
　　Total liquidation. This is the vanishing-point. Death is death, believe me. I laugh at the idea of there being any one who has anything to tell me on that subject.
　　Fables of nurses; bugaboo for children; Jehovah for men.
　　No; our to-morrow is the night.
　　Beyond the tomb there is nothing but equal nothingness.
　　You have been Sardanapalus, you have been Vincent de Paul--it makes no difference.
　　That is the truth.
　　Then live your life, above all things.
　　Make use of your _I_ while you have it.
　　In truth, Bishop, I tell you that I have a philosophy of my own, and I have my philosophers.
　　I don't let myself be taken in with that nonsense.
　　Of course, there must be something for those who are down,--for the barefooted beggars, knife-grinders, and miserable wretches.
　　Legends, chimeras, the soul, immortality, paradise, the stars, are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down.
　　They spread it on their dry br