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Crowds
Had I read aloud sometime over this past weekend at FaerieWorlds, my selection would have included this pertinent excerpt from Baudelaire's Crowds:
Crowds (1869 - Charles Baudelaire)
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.
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Glad to be home now. Happy to have a whole week here at home at the Hive.
Crowds (1869 - Charles Baudelaire)
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.
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Glad to be home now. Happy to have a whole week here at home at the Hive.