Chapter XXXIII
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Desire of pleasure binds us to the present. Care for our health suspends us on the future.
He who attaches himself to pleasure, that is, to the present, is to me as one who, rolling down an incline, and trying to cling to the shrubs, uproots them and bears them away in his fall.
Before all to be a _great man_ and a saint for one's self.
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Baudelaire: His Prose and PoetryChapter XXXIII
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