--soul," replied the metaphysician,
referring
to his MS.
Poe - 5
"
"That's a lie! " said the metaphysician, for the wine had gotten a little
into his head.
"Very well! --very well, sir! --very well, indeed, sir! " said his Majesty,
apparently much flattered.
"That's a lie! " repeated the restaurateur, dogmatically; "that's
a--hiccup! --a lie! "
"Well, well, have it your own way! " said the devil, pacifically, and
Bon-Bon, having beaten his Majesty at argument, thought it his duty to
conclude a second bottle of Chambertin.
"As I was saying," resumed the visiter--"as I was observing a little
while ago, there are some very outre notions in that book of yours
Monsieur Bon-Bon. What, for instance, do you mean by all that humbug
about the soul? Pray, sir, what is the soul? "
"The--hiccup!
--soul," replied the metaphysician, referring to his MS. ,
"is undoubtedly-"
"No, sir! "
"Indubitably-"
"No, sir! "
"Indisputably-"
"No, sir! "
"Evidently-"
"No, sir! "
"Incontrovertibly-"
"No, sir! "
"Hiccup! --"
"No, sir! "
"And beyond all question, a-"
"No sir, the soul is no such thing! " (Here the philosopher, looking
daggers, took occasion to make an end, upon the spot, of his third
bottle of Chambertin. )
"Then--hic-cup! --pray, sir--what--what is it? "
"That is neither here nor there, Monsieur Bon-Bon," replied his Majesty,
musingly. "I have tasted--that is to say, I have known some very bad
souls, and some too--pretty good ones. " Here he smacked his lips, and,
having unconsciously let fall his hand upon the volume in his pocket,
was seized with a violent fit of sneezing.
He continued.
"That's a lie! " said the metaphysician, for the wine had gotten a little
into his head.
"Very well! --very well, sir! --very well, indeed, sir! " said his Majesty,
apparently much flattered.
"That's a lie! " repeated the restaurateur, dogmatically; "that's
a--hiccup! --a lie! "
"Well, well, have it your own way! " said the devil, pacifically, and
Bon-Bon, having beaten his Majesty at argument, thought it his duty to
conclude a second bottle of Chambertin.
"As I was saying," resumed the visiter--"as I was observing a little
while ago, there are some very outre notions in that book of yours
Monsieur Bon-Bon. What, for instance, do you mean by all that humbug
about the soul? Pray, sir, what is the soul? "
"The--hiccup!
--soul," replied the metaphysician, referring to his MS. ,
"is undoubtedly-"
"No, sir! "
"Indubitably-"
"No, sir! "
"Indisputably-"
"No, sir! "
"Evidently-"
"No, sir! "
"Incontrovertibly-"
"No, sir! "
"Hiccup! --"
"No, sir! "
"And beyond all question, a-"
"No sir, the soul is no such thing! " (Here the philosopher, looking
daggers, took occasion to make an end, upon the spot, of his third
bottle of Chambertin. )
"Then--hic-cup! --pray, sir--what--what is it? "
"That is neither here nor there, Monsieur Bon-Bon," replied his Majesty,
musingly. "I have tasted--that is to say, I have known some very bad
souls, and some too--pretty good ones. " Here he smacked his lips, and,
having unconsciously let fall his hand upon the volume in his pocket,
was seized with a violent fit of sneezing.
He continued.
