Parte de um capítulo do magnífico livro de Marshal Berman, All that is solid melts into air (existe tradução portuguesa):
"Loss of a Halo" (Paris Spleen #46, written in 1865 but rejected by the press and not published until after Baudelaire's death) develops as a dialogue between a poet and an "ordinary man" who bump into each other in un mauvais lieu, a disreputable or sinister place, probably a brothel, to the embarrassment of both. The ordinary man, who has always cherished an exalted idea of the artist, is aghast to find one here:
"What! you here, my friend? you in a place like this? you, the eater of ambrosia, the drinker of quintessences! I'm amazed!"
The poet then proceeds to explain himself:
"My friend, you know how terrified I am of horses and vehicles? Well, just now as I was crossing the boulevard in a great hurry, splashing through the mud, in the midst of a moving chaos, with death galloping at …