Derniers Contes

By Edgar Allan Poe

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une theorie dans un torrent de Chambertin.
Tout eut ete bien si ce meme sentiment de convenance l'eut suivi dans le
frivole penchant dont j'ai parle; mais ce n'etait pas du tout le cas.
A dire vrai, ce trait d'humeur chez le philosophique Bon-Bon finit par
revetir un caractere d'etrange intensite et de mysticisme, et prit une
teinte prononcee de la _Diablerie_ de ses cheres etudes germaniques.

Entrer dans le petit cafe du cul-de-sac Le Febvre, c'etait, a l'epoque
de notre conte, entrer dans le _Sanctuaire_ d'un homme de genie. Bon-Bon
etait un homme de genie. Il n'y avait pas a Rouen un _sous-cuisinier_
qui n'ait pu vous dire que Bon-Bon etait un homme de genie. Son enorme
terre-neuve etait au courant du fait, et a l'approche de son maitre
il trahissait le sentiment de son inferiorite par une componction de
maintien, un abaissement des oreilles, une depression de la machoire
inferieure, qui n'etaient pas tout a fait indignes d'un chien. Il est
vrai, toutefois, qu'on pouvait attribuer en grande partie ce respect
habituel a l'exterieur personnel du metaphysicien. Un exterieur
distingue, je dois l'avouer, fera toujours impression, meme sur une
bete; et je reconnaitrai volontiers que l'homme exterieur dans le
_restaurateur_ etait bien fait pour impressionner l'imagination du
quadrupede. Il y a autour du petit grand homme--si je puis me permettre
une expression aussi equivoque--comme une atmosphere de majeste
singuliere, que le pur volume physique seul sera toujours insuffisant a
produire. Toutefois, si Bon-Bon n'avait que trois pieds de haut, et
si sa tete etait demesurement petite, il etait impossible de voir la
rotondite de son ventre sans eprouver un sentiment de grandeur qui
touchait presque au sublime. Dans sa dimension chiens et hommes voyaient
le type de sa science--et dans son immensite une habitation faite pour
son ame immortelle.

Je pourrais, si je voulais, m'etendre ici sur l'habillement et les
autres details exterieurs de notre metaphysicien. Je pourrais insinuer
que la chevelure de notre heros etait coupee court, soigneusement lissee
sur le front, et surmontee d'un bonnet conique de flanelle blanche ornee
de glands,--que son juste au corps a petits pois n'etait pas a la mode
de ceux que portaient alors les _restaurateurs_ du commun,--que les
manches etaient un peu plus pleines que ne le permettait le costume
regnant,--que les parements retrousses n'etaient pas, selon l'usage en
vigueur a cette epoque barbare, d'une etoffe de la meme qualite et de la
meme couleur que l'habit, mais revetus d'une facon plus fantastique d'un
velours de Genes bigarre--que ses pantoufles de pourpre etincelante
etaient curieusement ouvragees, et auraient pu sortir des manufactures
du Japon, n'eussent ete l'exquise pointe des bouts,

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