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 "hypothesis": "Chapter 1. Origin. It engenders a whole world. La p\u00e8gre, for which red theft, and a hell, la p\u00e9grenne, for which red hunger. Thus, idleness is the mother. She has a son, theft, and a daughter, hunger. What is slang? We have never understood this sort of objections. Slang is odious. Slang makes one shudder. Who denies that? Of course it does. When it is a question of probing a wound, a gulf, a society, since when has it been considered wrong to go too far, to go to the bottom? We have always thought that it was sometimes a courageous act, and, at least, a simple and useful deed, worthy. of the sympathetic attention which duty accepted in fulfilled merits. Why should one not explore everything, and study everything? Why should one halt on the way? Nothing is more lugubrious than the contemplation thus in its nudity, in the broad light of thought, of the horrible swarming of slang. Now, when has horror ever excluded study? Since when has malady banished medicine? Can one imagine a naturalist refusing to study the viper, the bat, the scorpion, the centipede, the tarantula, and one who would cast them back into their darkness, saying, Oh, how ugly that is! He would be like a philologist refusing to examine a fact in language, a philosopher hesitating to scrutinize it. What is slang, properly speaking? It is the language of wretchedness. We may be stopped. The fact may be put to us in general terms, which is one way of attenuating it. We may be told that all trades, professions, it may be added, all the accidents of the social hierarchy, and all forms of intelligence have their own meaning. But what is slang? The painter who says, My grinder. The notary who says, My skip the gutter. The hairdresser who says, My mealy back. The cobbler who says, My cub. Talks slang. There is the slang of the affected lady as well as of the press users. The sugar manufacturer who says, Loaf, clarified, lumps, bastard, common, burnt. This honest manufacturer talks slang. Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang. To meet the needs of this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is slang. To keep afloat, and to rescue from oblivion, to hold above the gulf, were it but a fragment of some language, which man has spoken, and which would, otherwise, be lost. That is to say, one of the elements, good or bad, of which civilization is composed, or by which it is complicated, to extend the records of social observation, is to serve civilization itself. Phoenician, very good. Even dialect, let that pass. To this we reply in one word only, assuredly. If the tongue which a nation or a province has spoken is worthy of interest, the language which has been spoken by a misery is still more worthy of attention and study. And then we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, is not a business in which choice is permitted. He must descend with his heart, and his soul, and his soul, and his soul, and his soul, and his soul, and his soul, full of charity and severity at the same time, as a brother and as a judge, to those impenetrable casemates, where crawl, pell-mell, those who bleed and those who deal the blow, those who weep and those who curse, those who fast and those who devour, those who endure evil and those who inflict it. Do we really know the mountain well, when we are not acquainted? They constitute two different orders of facts which correspond to each other, which are always interlaced, and which often bring forth results. True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything. Facts form one of these, and ideas the other. There it clothes itself in word-masks, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics, in metaphysics. Grass influence isn't true. Raging or falling to sex with a man is different. Through nostalgia or pinealczyna, Centaura and karde\u015fim concur with one another in the depths of gradual truth. The blind\u0430r's\u9019\u6a23\u7684 divisions behave like divided\u0430\u0442\u0430. it is blacker still in crime these two blacknesses amalgamated compose slang the earth is not devoid of resemblance to a jail look closely at life it is so made that everywhere we feel the sense of punishment each day has its own great grief or its little care yesterday you were trembling for a health that is dear to you to-day you fear for your own to-morrow it will be anxiety about money the day after to-morrow the diatribe of a slanderer the day after that the misfortune of some friend then the prevailing weather then something that has been broken or lost then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral column reproach you again the course of public affairs this without reckoning in the pains of the heart and so it goes on there is hardly one day out of a hundred which is wholly joyous and sunny and you belong to that small class who are happy in this world evidently the vestibule of another there are no fortunes it. The real human division is this, the luminous and the shady. To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number of the luminous, that is the object. That is why we cry education, science. To teach reading means to light the fire. Every syllable spelled out sparkles. However, he who says light does not necessarily say joy. People suffer in the light. Excess burns. The flame is the enemy of the wing, to burn without ceasing to fly. Therein lies the marvel of genius."
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