Against the Grain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about Against the Grain.

Against the Grain eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about Against the Grain.

In winter, at five o’clock in the afternoon, when the day was drawing to a close, he breakfasted on two boiled eggs, toast and tea.  At eleven o’clock he dined.  During the night he drank coffee, and sometimes tea and wine, and at five o’clock in the morning, before retiring, he supped again lightly.

His meals, which were planned and ordered once for all at the beginning of each season, were served him on a table in the middle of a small room separated from his study by a padded corridor, hermetically sealed so as to permit neither sound nor odor to filter into either of the two rooms it joined.

With its vaulted ceiling fitted with beams in a half circle, its bulkheads and floor of pine, and the little window in the wainscoting that looked like a porthole, the dining room resembled the cabin of a ship.

Like those Japanese boxes which fit into each other, this room was inserted in a larger apartment—­the real dining room constructed by the architect.

It was pierced by two windows.  One of them was invisible, hidden by a partition which could, however, be lowered by a spring so as to permit fresh air to circulate around this pinewood box and to penetrate into it.  The other was visible, placed directly opposite the porthole built in the wainscoting, but it was blocked up.  For a long aquarium occupied the entire space between the porthole and the genuine window placed in the outer wall.  Thus the light, in order to brighten the room, traversed the window, whose panes had been replaced by a plate glass, the water, and, lastly, the window of the porthole.

In autumn, at sunset, when the steam rose from the samovar on the table, the water of the aquarium, wan and glassy all during the morning, reddened like blazing gleams of embers and lapped restlessly against the light-colored wood.

Sometimes, when it chanced that Des Esseintes was awake in the afternoon, he operated the stops of the pipes and conduits which emptied the aquarium, replacing it with pure water.  Into this, he poured drops of colored liquids that made it green or brackish, opaline or silvery—­tones similar to those of rivers which reflect the color of the sky, the intensity of the sun, the menace of rain—­which reflect, in a word, the state of the season and atmosphere.

When he did this, he imagined himself on a brig, between decks, and curiously he contemplated the marvelous, mechanical fish, wound like clocks, which passed before the porthole or clung to the artificial sea-weed.  While he inhaled the odor of tar, introduced into the room shortly before his arrival, he examined colored engravings, hung on the walls, which represented, just as at Lloyd’s office and the steamship agencies, steamers bound for Valparaiso and La Platte, and looked at framed pictures on which were inscribed the itineraries of the Royal Mail Steam Packet, the Lopez and the Valery Companies, the freight and port calls of the Atlantic mail boats.

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