From that moment onwards, our loathsome society rushed, like Narcissus, to contemplate its trivial image on a metallic plate. A form of lunacy, an extraordinary fanaticism took hold of these new sun-worshippers.
Charles BaudelaireHere comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
Charles BaudelaireI set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.
Charles Baudelaire