the gulf in its eyes, and it draws men toward those "new perfumes, those larger flowers, those unfelt pleasures," which are not to be found in the world. In another design the Chimera, spitting fire from its nostrils, light glittering and leaping on wings and tail, turns on itself, distending its jaws in a vast ironic bark: la chimère aux yeux verts, tournoie, aboie. More terrible, more wonderful, more disquieting is Le Diable avec les sept Péchés cardinaux sous ses Ailes. The design is black upon black, and it is only slowly that a huge and solemn, almost a maternal face, looms out upon one: Satan, placid, monstrous, and winged, who cradles softly the little vague huddled figures of the seven deadly sins, holding them in his large hands, under the shadow of his wings. And there is another Satan, valiantly insurgent against the light that strikes him, a figure of superb power in revolt. Yet another design shows us Pegasus, his beautiful wing broken, a wing that had felt the high skies, falling horribly upon the rocks: all the agony and resistance of the splendid creature seen in the trampling
