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选日子结婚比起查万年历，还是应该查老黄历比较准，因为万年历跟老黄历不一样的。然而，择结婚吉日其实不是单纯地看老黄历或者看万年历就可以的。老黄历把日子都规定死了，但是人与人的命却是不同，对甲说是吉日而对乙来说可能就是大凶之日，因此还是要结合生辰八字算命。我们可以通过万年历查出两个人的生辰八字，再结合两个人的生辰八字去择对两个人都好的日子，这样才是吉日的选择。
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remember, Leader,–we said at the time we didn’t at
all like the look of her, but we didn’t know that it
was the ‘Marquise’ she?d come to see. A woman with
a nigger-boy, you mean?”
“That’s the one.”
“D’you mean to say so? You don’t happen to
know her name?”
“Yes, I made a mistake on purpose; I picked up
her card; she trades under the name of the
‘Princesse de Luxembourg!’ Wasn’t I right to have
my doubts about her? It’s a nice thing to have to
mix promiscuously with a Baronne d’Ange like that?”
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The barrister quoted Mathurin Régnier’s Macette to
the chief magistrate.
It must not, however, be supposed that this
misunderstanding was merely temporary, like those
that occur in the second act of a farce to be cleared
up before the final curtain. Mme. de Luxembourg, a
niece of the King of England and of the Emperor of
Austria, and Mme. de Villeparisis, when one called
to take the other for a drive, did look like nothing
but two ‘old trots’ of the kind one has always such
difficulty in avoiding at a watering place. Nine tenths
of the men of the Faubourg Saint-Germain appear
to the average man of the middle class simply as
alcoholic wasters (which, individually, they not
infrequently are) whom, therefore, no respectable
person would dream of asking to dinner. The middle
class fixes its standard, in this respect, too high, for
the feelings of these men would never prevent their
being received with every mark of esteem in houses
which it, the middle class, may never enter. And so
sincerely do they believe that the middle class
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knows this that they affect a simplicity in speaking
of their own affairs and a tone of disparagement of
their friends, especially when they are ‘at the coast,’
which make the misunderstanding complete. If, by
any chance, a man of the fashionable world is kept
in touch with ‘business people’ because, having
more money than he knows what to do with, he
finds himself elected chairman of all sorts of
important financial concerns, the business man who
at last sees a nobleman worthy, he considers, to
rank with ‘big business,’ would take his oath that
such a man can have no dealings with the Marquis
ruined by gambling whom the said business man
supposes to be all the more destitute of friends the
more friendly he makes himself. And he cannot get
over his surprise when the Duke, Chairman of the
Board of Directors of the colossal undertaking,
arranges a marriage for his son with the daughter of
that very Marquis, who may be a gambler but who
bears the oldest name in France, just as a Sovereign
would sooner see his son marry the daughter of a
dethroned King than that of a President still in
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office. That is to say, the two worlds take as
fantastic! a view of one another as the inhabitants
of a town situated at one end of Balbec Bay have of
the town at the other end: from Rivebelle you can
just see Marcouville l’Orgueilleuse; but even that is
deceptive, for you imagine that you are seen from
Marcouville,
where,
as
a
matter
of
fact,
the
splendours of Rive-belle are almost wholly invisible.
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PART II
PLACE-NAMES: THE PLACE
The Balbec doctor, who had been called in to
cope with a sudden feverish attack, having given the
opinion that I ought not to stay out all day on the
beach, in the blazing sun, without shelter, and
having written out various prescriptions for my use,
my grandmother took his prescriptions with a show
of respect in which I could at once discern her firm
resolve not to have any of them ‘made up,’ but did
pay attention to his advice on the matter of hygiene,
and accepted an offer from Mme. de Villeparisis to
take us for drives in her carriage. After this I would
spend the mornings, until luncheon, going to and fro
between my own room and my grandmother’s.
Hers did not look out directly upon the sea, as mine
did, but was lighted from three of its four sides-with views of a strip of the ‘front,’ of a well inside
the building, and of the country inland, and was
furnished differently from mine, with armchairs
upholstered in a metallic tissue with red flowers
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from which seemed to emanate the cool and
pleasant odour that greeted me when I entered the
room. And at that hour when the sun’s rays, coming
from different aspects and, as it were, from different
hours of the day, broke the angles of the wall,
thrust in a reflexion of the beach, made of the chest
of drawers a festal altar, variegated as a bank of
field-flowers, attached to the wall the wings, folded,
quivering, warm, of a radiance that would, at any
moment, resume its flight, warmed like a bath a
square of provincial carpet before the window
overlooking the well, which the sun festooned and
patterned like a climbing vine, added to the charm
and complexity of the room’s furniture by seeming
to pluck and scatter the petals of the silken flowers
on the chairs, and to make their silver threads stand
out from the fabric, this room in which I lingered for
a moment before going to get ready for our drive
suggested a prism in which the colours of the light
that shone outside were broken up, or a hive in
which the sweet juices of the day which I was about
to
taste
were
distilled,
scattered,
intoxicating,
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visible, a garden of hope which dissolved in a
quivering haze of silver threads and rose leaves. But
before all this I had drawn back my own curtains,
impatient to know what Sea it was that was playing
that morning by the shore, like a Nereid. For none
of those Seas ever stayed with us longer than a day.
On the morrow there would be another, which
sometimes resembled its predecessor. But I never
saw the same one twice.
There were some that were of so rare a beauty
that my pleasure on catching sight of them was
enhanced by surprise.
By what privilege, on one
morning rather than another, did the window on
being uncurtained disclose to my wondering eyes
the nymph Glauconome, whose lazy beauty, gently
breathing, had the transparence of a vaporous
emerald beneath whose surface I could see teeming
the ponderable elements that coloured it?
She
made the sun join in her play, with a smile rendered
languorous by an invisible haze which was nought
but a space kept vacant about her translucent
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surface,
which,
thus
curtailed,
became
more
appealing, like those goddesses whom the sculptor
carves in relief upon a block of marble, the rest of
which he leaves unchiselled. So, in her matchless
colour,
she
invited
us
out
over
those
rough
terrestrial roads, from which, seated beside Mme.
de Villeparisis in her barouche, we should see, all
day long and without ever reaching it, the coolness
of her gentle palpitation.
Mme. de Villeparisis used to order her carriage
early, so that we should have time to reach SaintMars le Vêtu, or the rocks of Quetteholme, or some
other goal which, for a somewhat lumbering vehicle,
was far enough off to require the whole day. In my
joy at the long drive we were going to take I would
be humming some tune that I had heard recently as
I strolled up and down until Mme. de Villeparisis was
ready. If it was Sunday hers would not be the only
carriage drawn up outside the hotel; several hired
flies would be waiting there, not only for the people
who had been invited to Féterne by Mme. de
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Cambremer, but for those who, rather than stay at
home all day, like children in disgrace, declared that
Sunday was always quite impossible at Balbec and
started off immediately after luncheon to hide
themselves in some neighbouring watering-place or
to visit one of the ‘sights’ of the district. And indeed
whenever (which was often) anyone asked Mme.
Blandais if she had been to the Cambremers’, she
would answer peremptorily: “No; we went to the
Falls of the Bee,” as though that were the sole
reason for her not having spent the day at Féteme.
And the barrister would be charitable, and say:
“I envy you. I wish I had gone there instead;
they must be well worth seeing.”
Beside the row of carriages, in front of the porch
in which I stood waiting, was planted, like some
shrub of a rare species, a young page who attracted
the eye no less by the unusual and effective
colouring of his hair than by his plant-like epidermis.
Inside, in the hall, corresponding to the narthex, or
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Church of the Catechumens in a primitive basilica,
through which persons who were not staying in the
hotel were entitled to pass, the comrades of this
‘outside’ page did not indeed work much harder
than he but did at least execute certain drilled
movements. It is probable that in the early morning
they helped with the cleaning. But in the afternoon
they stood there only like a Chorus who, even when
there is nothing for them to do, remain upon the
stage in order to strengthen the cast. The General
Manager, the same who had so terrified me,
reckoned on increasing their number considerably
next year, for he had ‘big ideas.’ And this prospect
greatly afflicted the manager of the hotel, who
found that all these boys about the place only
‘created a nuisance,’ by which he meant that they
got in the visitors’ way and were of no use to
anyone. But between luncheon and dinner at least,
between the exits and entrances of the visitors, they
did fill an otherwise empty stage, like those pupils of
Mme. de Maintenon who, in the garb of young
Israelites, carry on the action whenever Esther or
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Joad ‘goes off.’ But the outside page, with his
delicate tints, his tall, slender, fragile trunk, in
proximity to whom I stood waiting for the Marquise
to come downstairs, preserved an immobility into
which a certain melancholy entered, for his elder
brothers had left the hotel for more brilliant careers
elsewhere, and he felt keenly his isolation upon this
alien soil. At last Mme. de Villeparisis appeared. To
stand by her carriage and to help her into it ought
perhaps to have been part of the young page’s
duties. But he knew on the one hand that a person
who brings her own servants to an hotel expects
them to wait on her and is not as a rule lavish with
her ‘tips,’ and that generally speaking this was true
also of the nobility of the old Faubourg SaintGermain. Mme. de Villeparisis was included in both
these categories. The arborescent page concluded
therefore that he need expect nothing from her, and
leaving her own maid and footman to pack her and
her belongings into the carriage, he continued to
dream sadly of the enviable lot of his brothers and
preserved his vegetable immobility.
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