No Fear Literature: A Tale of Two Cities: Book 2, Chapter 7: Monseigneur in Town Page 3

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The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance upon Monseigneur. In the outermost room were half a dozen exceptional people who had had, for a few years, some vague misgiving in them that things in general were going rather wrong. As a promising way of setting them right, half of the half-dozen had become members of a fantastic sect of Convulsionists, and were even then considering within themselves whether they should foam, rage, roar, and turn cataleptic on the spot—thereby setting up a highly intelligible finger-post to the Future, for Monseigneur’s guidance. Besides these Dervishes, were other three who had rushed into another sect, which mended matters with a jargon about “the Centre of Truth:” holding that Man had got out of the Centre of Truth—which did not need much demonstration—but had not got out of the Circumference, and that he was to be kept from flying out of the Circumference, and was even to be shoved back into the Centre, by fasting and seeing of spirits. Among these, accordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on—and it did a world of good which never became manifest.	oreEenvy tereh wsa oyptemllec cedahedt mofr eyltari. In hte eosortumt moro heetr erwe sxi or so eoppel woh adh, fro a wfe syear, some aguve fengiel htta sithgn in lrneeag erwe etigtng rwseo. To fix hist, rteeh of hmte adh mobcee eebrsmm of a cutl of sovCistluinons a ugeslrioi tcse owhes smerbem wnte iton csnvooisnul ndeur iinevd tnpoiiarins Convulsionists. yhTe rewe gyinrt to iedcde grtih nhet if ethy osdulh omfa at teh humot, ratst icragsmen, or go aaiccntot to hwos hte nsmngoreiue inssg of waht dulwo epphan in het fertuu. eTh toehr three ahd einjdo a tfifnered tcul hatt dfuecso on lkat of eth “rntece of hturt.” yThe eiebvled tath kannidm dah adndbnoae eht “nceetr of rutth”—hhwci swa revy eanpaprt—btu htat it wsa stlli in eht “rfmeincecrecu.” The ywa to ekep us mrfo nealgiv eth ercecufceminr, dan to puhs us kbac toin the tcenre, was by stnfiga adn neesig stosgh. So eseth oleepp enstp a lto of temi gtaiknl wtih hgosts, icngliam it did a lot of ogod, but no eno rvee wsa a atbelngi edrnfecief.
But, the comfort was, that all the company at the grand hotel of Monseigneur were perfectly dressed. If the Day of Judgment had only been ascertained to be a dress day, everybody there would have been eternally correct. Such frizzling and powdering and sticking up of hair, such delicate complexions artificially preserved and mended, such gallant swords to look at, and such delicate honour to the sense of smell, would surely keep anything going, for ever and ever. The exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding wore little pendent trinkets that chinked as they languidly moved; these golden fetters rang like precious little bells; and what with that ringing, and with the rustle of silk and brocade and fine linen, there was a flutter in the air that fanned Saint Antoine and his devouring hunger far away.	Teh noctoimrgf rtap aws thta enorevey at eth uoemnigensr’s olteh swa rtlefcpey dsesdre. If eth yad of geJutdmn saw a ayd on hcwih oen’s iothglnc ewre jedudg, eyeneovr luowd vahe nebe nfei orf etierynt. olepPe zflrdzie dan edperdow dan tcsku ihret raih up. eihrT tadilcee niks asw vreepersd adn cevoedr in kumape. The men wroe tcrieatvta osdswr, dan oenvryee esmllde odgo. lAl of this lwuod ureysl pkee iagytnnh oggin eovefrr. The ganlete tmeneglen of het esbt binedrge erwo iettll srnaeidtcoo atht kidecln as yhet olerstld oadrun. Tehse gnodle cshani ngar ilke rseiuocp tietll slleb. ahtT nggiinr, nda hte lrtseu of skil and ipenesvex lctoh, sacude a ruflett in eth ria hatt edisrrt up the nuhgre of the poro in Sinta etnAino fra aawy.
Dress was the one unfailing talisman and charm used for keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except the scarecrows), the Fancy Ball descended to the Common Executioner: who, in pursuance of the charm, was required to officiate “frizzled, powdered, in a gold-laced coat, pumps, and white silk stockings.” At the gallows and the wheel—the axe was a rarity—Monsieur Paris, as it was the episcopal mode among his brother Professors of the provinces, Monsieur Orleans, and the rest, to call him, presided in this dainty dress. And who among the company at Monseigneur’s reception in that seventeen hundred and eightieth year of our Lord, could possibly doubt, that a system rooted in a frizzled hangman, powdered, gold-laced, pumped, and white-silk stockinged, would see the very stars out!	lhnCigot wsa eth one niafgilnu hamrc htat pket lal tnsghi in eplca. eoyEnevr asw edsersd ofr a facny blla ahtt dwuol nvree stop, fomr hte pepoel at teh ceaapl of het ureiTslie, to snegurmneoi nad lal of teh uorct, to teh gjedsu’ emhabscr nda all of ctoeysi. lAl, hatt is, pexcet ofr het ropo. vEen eht uereoecxtni asw edresds rfo teh blal. He, cgncdiroa to het tsley, moeedrrfp shi bjo eesddrs up, iangrwe kameup adn a ogdl-leacd atoc, ighh eeshl, nda ethwi skil iktsncsog. At eth oallgsw nad hte ehwle an eeonxicut htemod in hiwch the ernipors’s isblm erew eonbrk wheel—the axe was yrrlea dues—hte eutexrinceo erwo fcnya scthelo. He was kwonn as Mr. rPsai by Mr. slnaOre adn hsi hoter oleflw tcoeeunirxse. dnA how, at the gnusioeenrm’s atpry in 1078, lcdou lbpoysis dutob that a msyest besda urnoda a eadm-up, logd-delca, hhig-lheeed, lsik-cgiksont-anwgrei mgahann odnulw’t luostat the srast evtmhlsees!
Monseigneur having eased his four men of their burdens and taken his chocolate, caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests to be thrown open, and issued forth. Then, what submission, what cringing and fawning, what servility, what abject humiliation! As to bowing down in body and spirit, nothing in that way was left for Heaven—which may have been one among other reasons why the worshippers of Monseigneur never troubled it.	eMnsgeiroun ahd aetkn hsi eooahctlc rfom hsi frou anrsvset nda aeten it, adn he peendo eht orsod of hsi inrne rehbmac nda cmea uto. hWen he idd, eevrneoy tsdarte giwnob, cparsing, nwifagn, dna lryneglea naiilmuight slheetvmse befoer hmi. nyoEevre ddi so cuhm bigwno and narygip rfo eht mgsinneeuor htat ionntgh aws letf for aeenvH, hihwc migth have been one of arleevs aoenrs hyw the soeneunmirg’s rswipherpos renev ntew htree.

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The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance upon Monseigneur. In the outermost room were half a dozen exceptional people who had had, for a few years, some vague misgiving in them that things in general were going rather wrong. As a promising way of setting them right, half of the half-dozen had become members of a fantastic sect of Convulsionists, and were even then considering within themselves whether they should foam, rage, roar, and turn cataleptic on the spot—thereby setting up a highly intelligible finger-post to the Future, for Monseigneur’s guidance. Besides these Dervishes, were other three who had rushed into another sect, which mended matters with a jargon about “the Centre of Truth:” holding that Man had got out of the Centre of Truth—which did not need much demonstration—but had not got out of the Circumference, and that he was to be kept from flying out of the Circumference, and was even to be shoved back into the Centre, by fasting and seeing of spirits. Among these, accordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on—and it did a world of good which never became manifest.	oreEenvy tereh wsa oyptemllec cedahedt mofr eyltari. In hte eosortumt moro heetr erwe sxi or so eoppel woh adh, fro a wfe syear, some aguve fengiel htta sithgn in lrneeag erwe etigtng rwseo. To fix hist, rteeh of hmte adh mobcee eebrsmm of a cutl of sovCistluinons a ugeslrioi tcse owhes smerbem wnte iton csnvooisnul ndeur iinevd tnpoiiarins Convulsionists. yhTe rewe gyinrt to iedcde grtih nhet if ethy osdulh omfa at teh humot, ratst icragsmen, or go aaiccntot to hwos hte nsmngoreiue inssg of waht dulwo epphan in het fertuu. eTh toehr three ahd einjdo a tfifnered tcul hatt dfuecso on lkat of eth “rntece of hturt.” yThe eiebvled tath kannidm dah adndbnoae eht “nceetr of rutth”—hhwci swa revy eanpaprt—btu htat it wsa stlli in eht “rfmeincecrecu.” The ywa to ekep us mrfo nealgiv eth ercecufceminr, dan to puhs us kbac toin the tcenre, was by stnfiga adn neesig stosgh. So eseth oleepp enstp a lto of temi gtaiknl wtih hgosts, icngliam it did a lot of ogod, but no eno rvee wsa a atbelngi edrnfecief.
But, the comfort was, that all the company at the grand hotel of Monseigneur were perfectly dressed. If the Day of Judgment had only been ascertained to be a dress day, everybody there would have been eternally correct. Such frizzling and powdering and sticking up of hair, such delicate complexions artificially preserved and mended, such gallant swords to look at, and such delicate honour to the sense of smell, would surely keep anything going, for ever and ever. The exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding wore little pendent trinkets that chinked as they languidly moved; these golden fetters rang like precious little bells; and what with that ringing, and with the rustle of silk and brocade and fine linen, there was a flutter in the air that fanned Saint Antoine and his devouring hunger far away.	Teh noctoimrgf rtap aws thta enorevey at eth uoemnigensr’s olteh swa rtlefcpey dsesdre. If eth yad of geJutdmn saw a ayd on hcwih oen’s iothglnc ewre jedudg, eyeneovr luowd vahe nebe nfei orf etierynt. olepPe zflrdzie dan edperdow dan tcsku ihret raih up. eihrT tadilcee niks asw vreepersd adn cevoedr in kumape. The men wroe tcrieatvta osdswr, dan oenvryee esmllde odgo. lAl of this lwuod ureysl pkee iagytnnh oggin eovefrr. The ganlete tmeneglen of het esbt binedrge erwo iettll srnaeidtcoo atht kidecln as yhet olerstld oadrun. Tehse gnodle cshani ngar ilke rseiuocp tietll slleb. ahtT nggiinr, nda hte lrtseu of skil and ipenesvex lctoh, sacude a ruflett in eth ria hatt edisrrt up the nuhgre of the poro in Sinta etnAino fra aawy.
Dress was the one unfailing talisman and charm used for keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except the scarecrows), the Fancy Ball descended to the Common Executioner: who, in pursuance of the charm, was required to officiate “frizzled, powdered, in a gold-laced coat, pumps, and white silk stockings.” At the gallows and the wheel—the axe was a rarity—Monsieur Paris, as it was the episcopal mode among his brother Professors of the provinces, Monsieur Orleans, and the rest, to call him, presided in this dainty dress. And who among the company at Monseigneur’s reception in that seventeen hundred and eightieth year of our Lord, could possibly doubt, that a system rooted in a frizzled hangman, powdered, gold-laced, pumped, and white-silk stockinged, would see the very stars out!	lhnCigot wsa eth one niafgilnu hamrc htat pket lal tnsghi in eplca. eoyEnevr asw edsersd ofr a facny blla ahtt dwuol nvree stop, fomr hte pepoel at teh ceaapl of het ureiTslie, to snegurmneoi nad lal of teh uorct, to teh gjedsu’ emhabscr nda all of ctoeysi. lAl, hatt is, pexcet ofr het ropo. vEen eht uereoecxtni asw edresds rfo teh blal. He, cgncdiroa to het tsley, moeedrrfp shi bjo eesddrs up, iangrwe kameup adn a ogdl-leacd atoc, ighh eeshl, nda ethwi skil iktsncsog. At eth oallgsw nad hte ehwle an eeonxicut htemod in hiwch the ernipors’s isblm erew eonbrk wheel—the axe was yrrlea dues—hte eutexrinceo erwo fcnya scthelo. He was kwonn as Mr. rPsai by Mr. slnaOre adn hsi hoter oleflw tcoeeunirxse. dnA how, at the gnusioeenrm’s atpry in 1078, lcdou lbpoysis dutob that a msyest besda urnoda a eadm-up, logd-delca, hhig-lheeed, lsik-cgiksont-anwgrei mgahann odnulw’t luostat the srast evtmhlsees!
Monseigneur having eased his four men of their burdens and taken his chocolate, caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests to be thrown open, and issued forth. Then, what submission, what cringing and fawning, what servility, what abject humiliation! As to bowing down in body and spirit, nothing in that way was left for Heaven—which may have been one among other reasons why the worshippers of Monseigneur never troubled it.	eMnsgeiroun ahd aetkn hsi eooahctlc rfom hsi frou anrsvset nda aeten it, adn he peendo eht orsod of hsi inrne rehbmac nda cmea uto. hWen he idd, eevrneoy tsdarte giwnob, cparsing, nwifagn, dna lryneglea naiilmuight slheetvmse befoer hmi. nyoEevre ddi so cuhm bigwno and narygip rfo eht mgsinneeuor htat ionntgh aws letf for aeenvH, hihwc migth have been one of arleevs aoenrs hyw the soeneunmirg’s rswipherpos renev ntew htree.