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Absinthe and literature
"For me, my glory is but a humble ephemeral absinthe
drunk on the sly, with fear of treason
and if I no longer drink,
it is for good reason! "
Paul Verlaine
Absinthe, mother of insane rages and staggering drunkenness, where one can say without thinking oneself mad that one is loved by one's mistress.
Absinthe, your fragrance soothe me ...
Gustave Kahn
Who brought you into this world, and ever since,
a tender mother,
Standing you double stead in this bitter life,
Has always drunk the absinthe and the left
honey for you.
Victor Hugo
"Let me be mad ... mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world."
Wormwood: A Drama of Paris
Marie Corelli, 1890
But in the end she is as bitter as Wormwood, and as sharp as a two-edged sword.
Bible: Proverbs 5:4
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