DPF / Baudelaire

For a funny but sad scene, from Paris Spleen, by Charles Baudelaire.

from Cake / by Charles Baudelaire, translated by Louise Varese

But why describe the hideous fight which lasted longer than their childish strength had seemed to warrant? The cake traveled from hand to hand and changed pockets at every instant, changing, alas! in size as well…

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