One of Cleopatra's Nights

Théophile Gautier

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Dashing adventurers with more than their fair share of derring-do, lovely ladies in peril -- these fast-paced action tales have something for everyone. The title story is a heart-pounding thriller set in Egypt, and the other pieces in the collection are equally enthralling.

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• Short story

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• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 avril 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781775457688
• Langue: English

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ONE OF CLEOPATRA'S NIGHTS
AND OTHER FANTASTIC ROMANCES
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THEOPHILE GAUTIER
Translated by
LAFCADIO HEARN
 
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One of Cleopatra's Nights And Other Fantastic Romances First published in 1838 ISBN 978-1-77545-768-8 © 2012 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Introduction To the Reader One of Cleopatra's Nights Clarimonde Arria Marcella - A Souvenir of Pompeii The Mummy's Foot Omphale: A Rococo Story King Candaules Addenda Endnotes
Introduction
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The love that caught strange light from death's own eyes, And filled death's lips with fiery words and sighs, And, half asleep, let feed from veins of his Her close, red, warm snake's-mouth, Egyptian-wise:
And that great night of love more strange than this, When she that made the whole world's bale and bliss Made king of the whole world's desire a slave And killed him in mid-kingdom with a kiss.
SWINBURNE.
" Memorial verses on the death of Théophile Gautier ."
To the Reader
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The stories composing this volume have been selected for translationfrom the two volumes of romances and tales by Théophile Gautierrespectively entitled Nouvelles and Romans et Contes . They afford inthe original many excellent examples of that peculiar beauty of fancyand power of painting with words which made Gautier the most brilliantliterary artist of his time. No doubt their warmth of coloring has beenimpoverished and their fantastic enchantment weakened by the process oftransformation into a less voluptuous tongue; yet enough of the originalcharm remains, we trust, to convey a just idea of the French author'srich imaginative power and ornate luxuriance of style.
The verses of Swinburne referring to the witchery of the novelette whichopens the volume, and to the peculiarly sweet and strange romance whichfollows, sufficiently indicate the extraordinary art of these tales. Atleast three of the stories we have attempted to translate rank among themost remarkable literary productions of the century.
These little romances are characterized, however, by merits other thanthose of mere literary workmanship; they are further remarkable for awealth of erudition—picturesque learning, we might say—which oftenlends them an actual archæologic value, like the paintings of somescholarly artist, some Alma Tadema, who with fair magic ofcolor-blending evokes for us eidolons of ages vanished and civilizationspassed away.
Thus one finds in the delightful fantasy of Arria Marcella not only adream of "Pompeiian Days," pictured with an idealistic brilliancy beyondthe art of Coomans, but a rich knowledge, likewise, of all thatfascinating lore gleaned by antiquarian research amid the ashes of thesepultured city—a knowledge enriched in no small degree by local study,and presented with a descriptive power finely strengthened by personalobservation. It is something more than the charming imagination of apoetic dreamer which paints for us the blue sea "unrolling its longvolutes of foam" upon a beach as black and smooth as sifted charcoal;the fissured summit of Vesuvius, out-pouring white threads of smoke fromits crannies "as from the orifices of a perfuming pan;" and thefar-purple hills "with outlines voluptuously undulating, like the hipsof a woman."
And throughout these romances one finds the same evidences ofarchæologic study, of artistic observation, of imagination fostered bypicturesque fact. The glory of the Greek kings of Lydia glows goldenlyagain in the pages of Le Roi Candaule ; the massive gloom andmelancholy weirdness of ancient Egypt is reflected as in a necromancer'smirror throughout Une Nuit de Cléopâtre . It is in the Egyptianfantasies, perhaps, that the author's peculiar descriptive skill appearsto most advantage; the still fresh hues of the hierophantic paintings,the pictured sarcophagi, and the mummy-gilding seem to meet the reader'seye with the gratification of their bright contrasts; a faint perfumeof unknown balm seems to hover over the open pages; and mysterioussphinxes appear to look on "with that undefinable rose-granite smilethat mocks our modern wisdom."
Excepting Omphale and La Morte Amoureuse, the stories selected fortranslation are mostly antique in composition and coloring; the formerbeing Louis-Quinze, the latter mediæval rather than aught else. But allalike frame some exquisite delineation of young love-fancies; someadmirable picture of what Gautier in the Histoire du Romantisme hasprettily termed "the graceful succubi that haunt the happy slumbers ofyouth."
And what dreamful student of the Beautiful has not been once enamouredof an Arria Marcella, and worshipped on the altar of his heart thoseancient gods "who loved life and youth and beauty and pleasure"? Howmany a lover of mediæval legend has in fancy gladly bartered the bloodof his veins for some phantom Clarimonde? What true artist has not atsome time been haunted by the image of a Nyssia, fairer than alldaughters of men, lovelier than all fantasies realized in stone—aPygmalion-wrought marble transmuted by divine alchemy to a being ofopalescent flesh and ichor-throbbing veins?
Gautier was an artist in the common acceptation of the term, as well asa poet and a writer of romance; and in those pleasant fragments ofautobiography scattered through the Histoire du Romantisme we find hisaverment that at the commencement of the Romantic movement of 1830 hewas yet undecided whether to adopt literature or art as a profession;but, finding it "easier to paint with words than with colors," hefinally decided upon the pen as his weapon in the new warfare against"the hydra of classicism with its hundred peruked heads." As a writer,however, he remained the artist still. His pages were pictures, hissentences touches of color; he learned, indeed, to "paint with words" asno other writer of the century has done; and created a powerfulimpression, not only upon the literature of his day, but even, it may besaid, upon the language of his nation.
Possessed of an almost matchless imaginative power, and a sense ofbeauty as refined as that of an antique sculptor, Gautier so perfectshis work as to leave nothing for the imagination of his readers todesire. He insists that they should behold the author's fancy preciselyas the author himself fancied it with all its details; the position ofobjects, the effects of light, the disposition of shadow, the materialof garments, the texture of stuffs, the interstices of stonework, thegleam of a lamp upon sharp angles of furniture, the whispering sound oftrailing silk, the tone of a voice, the expression of a face—all isvisible, audible, tangible. You can find nothing in one of hispicturesque scenes which has not been treated with a studied accuracy ofminute detail that leaves no vacancy for the eye to light upon, nohiatus for the imagination to supply. This is the art of paintingcarried to the highest perfection in literature. It is not wonderfulthat such a man should at times sacrifice style to description; and hehas himself acknowledged an occasional abuse of violent coloring.
Naturally, a writer of this kind pays small regard to the demands ofprudery. His work being that of the artist, he claims the privilege ofthe sculptor and the painter in delineations of the beautiful. A perfecthuman body is to him the most beautiful of objects. He does not seek toveil its loveliness with cumbrous drapery; he delights to behold it anddepict it in its "divine nudity;" he views it with the eyes of theCorinthian statuary or the Pompeiian fresco-painter; he idealizes eventhe ideal of beauty: under his treatment flesh becomes diaphanous, eyesare transformed to orbs of prismatic light, features take tints ofcelestial loveliness. Like the Hellenic sculptor, he is not satisfiedwith beauty of form alone, but must add a vital glow of delicatecoloring to the white limbs and snowy bosom of marble.
It is the artist, therefore, who must judge of Gautier's creations. Tothe lovers of the loveliness of the antique world, the lovers ofphysical beauty and artistic truth, of the charm of youthful dreams andyoung passion in its blossoming, of poetic ambitions and the sweetpantheism that finds all Nature vitalized by the Spirit of theBeautiful—to such the first English version of these graceful fantasiesis offered in the hope that it may not be found wholly unworthy of theoriginal.
L.H.
NEW ORLEANS, 1882.
One of Cleopatra's Nights
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Chapter I
Nineteen hundred years ago from the date of this writing, amagnificently gilded and painted cangia was descending the Nile asrapidly as fifty long, flat oars, which seemed to crawl over thefurrowed water like the legs of a gigantic scarabæus, could impel it.
This cangia was narrow, long, elevated at both ends in the form of a newmoon, elegantly proportioned, and admirably built for speed; the figureof a ram's head, surmounted by a golden globe, armed the point of theprow, showing that the vessel belonged to some personage of royalblood.
In the centre of the vessel arose a flat-roofed cabin—a sort of naos ,or tent of honor—colored and gilded, ornamented with palm-leafmouldings, and lighted by four little square windows.
Two chambers, both decorated with hieroglyphic paintings, occupied thehorns of the crescent. One of them, the larger, had a second story oflesser height built upon it, like the châteaux gaillards of thosefantastic galleys of the sixteenth century drawn by Della-Bella; theother and smaller chamber, which also