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Jean-Jacques Lequeu

"I shall now fly the company of men from whom he has received nothing but injustice and ingratitude: I shall go, and I defy the others."

"Tomb of the author, brother of Jesus, who bore his cross all his life."

"The first Christian martyr was brother to St James (Jacques), known as the Just, who was slain in the same city by a blow from a fuller's hammer, 27 years after the death of Jesus who was 34 years old, St James being 62 years old, and St Mary their (tender) mother died there (in her real building) at the age of 60."

"Jn Jques Lequeu is the son of Jn Jqu Fois Lequeu, Draughtsman and master carpenter, but the issue of a noble family of Gaillon: having (had) even the right of burial in the Vault of his Ancestors."

"The delightful Interior of the modest dwelling in which Mary lived in peace and quiet, humbly praying and keeping vigil with her son, Jesus, the artisan who is said to have toiled with his Father on a valley-board of the Synagogue. This Evangelical teacher departed from there in his thirtieth year to journey in wisdom as so many other philosophers have done, and taking with him Holy women to serve him."

"Monsieur Lequeux of Rouen, ex-employee of the Ministry of the Interior, who was indisposed long before 25 March and after 8 April, did not submit to the organizers of the Public Exhibition in General of 24 April 1822, any of the exhibits which he might thus have had the honor of bringing to the attention of the public, some of which might divert them. If one may speak quite frankly? He regrets this, and the other works that he could probably submit at a later date, but of which he would not like to remain the sovereign judge even though at the decorating no sign of madness might be found in them."

"As for the Architect Lequeu: having lost his Ancestors' property as a result of Revolutionary Laws, and consequent misfortunes, (he) finds some consolation in his studious and sober life in the haven of what was once the Grand Cerf. There he applies himself to his beloved Arts and Sciences. Weary of this (false) world and its excesses, in his solitary walks through the Fields he fathoms the secrets of Nature and surveys the movements of heavenly bodies (for great are the Lord's creations there above); but he strives above all to improve his soul through that (pure) Virtue which is the gift of God."

"The famous Poussin, a compatriot, rebuffed by his odious enemies and even by his predecessor Lemarcier, an architect in the Royal city, went like a prudent painter-philosopher to settle in a foreign land, in Rome, and then etc., etc., etc"

" Five or six Peers of Architecture on the Council for Civil Buildings (says Camel) have appropriated positions in the major and minor highway authorities which used to be- and still were under Louis XVI- employments purchased (and filled, in the Capital) by various artisans of both modesty and virtue, who quite easily decided on the alignment on the streets. But nowadays a few cunning intriguers in the building trade are dictating the alignments in this great City. So now, when a householder asks for an alignment, he is cross-questioned by an official. 'Have you engaged an Architect?' all these impostors ask him (one by one). 'Yes,' one of them replies, 'Mr Grip, an honest architect.' Another says, 'Mr Gripper who is quite above board.' Another says, 'Mr Freelip, highly recommendable.' 'The there's Mr Wolfer, or Limoges,' and so on. 'But,' says he, 'all these Limoges artists- no one has heard of them, they're no good. In any case, Monsieur, I shall give you your alignment....' Then another crook chips in: 'As you might easily come up against some opposition from the Council office, I'll undertake to prepare the plans of your building myself, or else one of my sons who are all highly competent and financially sound- or better still, I'll do it for you in partnership with my sons.' So the rich fellow is caught- 'Well, if you like I'll accept your offer.' Then, hey presto, he's got an architect. The result of this little trick is that you can see nothing but the same sort of architecture in every street in Paris, all of the same hideous design, but that's not all: for in order to cling on to the land in the previous alignment you have to pay bribes, so they fill their pockets and have more irons in the fire."

"Moreover, it is not irrelevant to add that amid the social whirl it has been rumored that for his own pleasure he wrote eight or nine theatrical works (in prose, with spectacle) which slumber in the artist's portfolio along with other still unpublished works. Most likely, few would find them entertaining, and he does not presume to lay claim to a place among writers; but will yet tell what subjects he has chose for his plays? He will say no more about it. And yet the gentlemen who manage such theaters as the Porte Saint-Martin, the Ambigu Comique, the Ga´tÚ, the Panorama, etc., will know where to find him, and the booksellers, engravers, etc., also."

"Note: Oh those admirable, primitive inventions!
From these came the art of building, agriculture, architecture, music, the Weaver and the haberdasher etc. Sailing. The art of War. Just judgments.
So it was at the School of the lowly Beasts that sharp-witted human beings studied their innate skills and appropriated them- men who are nonetheless arrogant, and vain, and have committed so many follies, or, full of frivolity. But the Ants have always known how to build store-houses, and retreats for their protection. Swallows contrive little huts, well constructed and compact, in which to live. And the Bees build little edifices so regular and symmetrical that their tiny dens seem as if measured with instruments, and there they practice their domestic Economy.
Boars and swine dig and plough the soil.
Beavers dwell on their dams beside lakes and streams, in little earthen cabins which they erect on piles; but in society. Birds talk to one another, just listen to the Magpie, Sparrow, Chaffinch and Linnet, the Canary, and the Nightingale and others; but in different phrases organized into statements according to the object, every one singing his own daily needs and enjoyments.
The Spiders are always busily weaving their webs etc.
The Halcyons or Kingfishers, the little gray squirrel, and above all the Fish, have the art of Navigation. The carnivorous Wolf, the Lynx, the wild Boar have most cunning devices and skills of warfare and pillage, as has the Stoat which also is an aggressive animal,* while the Fox has taught us all the tricks of cunning and makes itself a store for its larder. The Apes and Monkeys render fair judgments, and so on.
*To tell the truth, even the domestic cat, turned wild, still knows how to harass its prey without mercy."

"Authors say that an Egyptian called Philocle or a Greek named Cleante were the first to draw a line trace around a man's shadow; Others believe that well before this Craton drew on a white sheet the shadow of an attractive woman and the confidence that this citation merits is without doubt...It is also believed that a young woman who absolutely wanted to only live for her lover, who had been sent away in order to defend their homeland, desired to conserve the sweet physiognomy of her dear lover in a comparable form...she lifted her virginal head towards the sky looking for his precious image, following her eyes, intelligently tracing with her fingers his profile on the smooth surface of a rock softened by humidity, following with an extreme fidelity the shadow that the side of his face cast fortunately in the moment of the sun's light."

"As for the well-disposed gentleman, the overseer who is responsible for expediting, as he had only spoken to him once or twice in a whole year, he [Lequeu] assured him that he would no longer interrupt his office work in order to sketch (female) figures; that artist took him at his word! Hush; (we like him, he makes us laugh, let's close our eyes to his little weakness)."

"After several days' absence, debauched among dangerous women by venereal disease, Alxore went to kill himself in the gateway of an alley opposite her window, and raising his eyes towards the woman he said for the last time ('Yes, I am unworthy to lie in the marriage bed') and losing command of all his senses he (too) put an end to his career by suicide: Ungrateful to his friend, even more cruel, by a duel in the (large) gypsum quarry at Montmartre, where he called him out to kill him, mad with jealousy."

"Can I concern myself with the other spaces?"