The flame is the enemy of the wing.
To burn without ceasing to fly,--therein lies the marvel of genius.
When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer.
The day is born in tears.
The luminous weep, if only over those in darkness.
BOOK SEVENTH.-SLANG
CHAPTER II
ROOTS
Slang is the tongue of those who sit in darkness.
Thought is moved in its most sombre depths, social philosophy is bidden to its most poignant meditations, in the presence of that enigmatic dialect at once so blighted and rebellious. Therein lies chastisement made visible.
Every syllable has an air of being marked.
The words of the vulgar tongue appear therein wrinkled and shrivelled, as it were, beneath the hot iron of the executioner.
Some seem to be still smoking.
Such and such a phrase produces upon you the effect of the shoulder of a thief branded with the fleur-de-lys, which has suddenly been laid bare. Ideas almost refuse to be expressed in these substantives which are fugitives from justice.
Metaphor is sometimes so shameless, that one feels that it has worn the iron neck-fetter.♂思♂兔♂網♂
Moreover, in spite of all this, and because of all this, this strange dialect has by rights, its own compartment in that great impartial case of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as for the gold medal, and which is called literature. Slang, whether the public admit the fact or not has its syntax and its poetry.