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The "boy" always managed to get a few sous, and at night he took it to the theatre.As soon as he entered the magic gate, he changed completely. He was a wild boy before, and now he was a "titi".A theater is a turned-up ship with the bottom deck up. "titi" squeezed into the bottom cabin. To wild children, "titi" is like a butterfly and a larva, they are both flying creatures.As long as he was there, with his gaiety, his ardent, joyful vigor, his wing-flapping applause, that cramped, foul-smelling, dark, filthy, dirty, ugly, repulsive hold deserved its name. It's heaven.

You give a man some useless things, and take away from him what is necessary, and you have a wild child. Literary Wild Children are not without instincts.His preferences, we say with apology, were perhaps not at all classical.He was not born with a very academic air.So, for example, Miss Myers's popularity among that small group of tossed-up kids was somewhat ironic.The Wild Child called her "Miss Wonderful." The child yells, laughs, quarrels, fights, is ragged like tassels, looks shabby like a pedant, fishes in the muddy ditches, hunts in the mud, laughs at the rubbish heaps, sneers, ridicules, and sarcasm in the streets , whistling, singing, applauding, swearing, seasoning the hymns with dirty ditties, singing all kinds of songs, from "From the Bottom of the Abyss" to "The Dogs to Bed," getting what he didn't find, understanding what he had Unknown things are stubborn enough to use unscrupulous methods, arrogant enough to feel at ease, sentimental enough to chase after filth, squatting on the top of a sacred mountain, rolling into a muck pile, and coming out covered in stars.The wild child of Paris is the specific and subtle Rabelais.

He doesn't appreciate his trousers unless it has a fob pocket. He is not easily surprised, and even less easily feared. He ridicules superstition with ballads, exposes lies, ridicules superstitions, sticks out his tongue at ghosts, demolishes empty airs of bravado, and disfigures praise and praise.It was not because he was mediocre, far from it, but because in place of the majestic beauty he had substituted grotesque phantoms.Had the storm god appeared before the wild child, he might have said, "Oh, sloppy."