If one had enough funds to buy all the consciences . . .

Not Surprising That This Would Be Long...

187th Toast: "To the national guard of Astrakhan!"

Landscape

The Day After

Coming About

"He who risks nothing, has nothing."

Evening Party

You Are Quite Slow, Young Man

Thursday, you dined at Vachette's, with a grand Monsieur ... That's a joke! Yes, he's the touching Némorin [Forest?] of which I am the Estelle [deer?], for a quarter of an hour. He has only one eye, that man: it's equal, he displeases me!, p. 123

Gluttony

Lohengrin: Act III, Love Scene

At Cherbourg