XXII MERVEILLEUSES DE NOS JOURS (1914)
Reading edition
“We will now call on Alberic Morphine to give us a reading”.... The rows of young women look up; their eyes glisten; they shiver With the kind of emotion that’s really very misleading. All have fine eyes, yellow faces, vile clothes and a liver. They smoke a great deal, bathe little, and wear no stays; Their artistic garments are made on the Grecian plan; They flock in their crowds to the latest “poetic” plays; And aspire to a union of souls—with some pimply young man.