BOOK FIRST.——PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM
Ⅰ PARVULUS
Paris has a child，and the forest has a bird；the bird is called the sparrow；the child is called the gamin.
Couple these two ideas which contain，the one all the furnace，the other all the dawn；strike these two sparks together，Paris，childhood；there leaps out from them a little being.
Homuncio，Plautus would say.
This little being is joyous.
He has not food every day，and he goes to the play every evening，if he sees good.
He has no shirt on his body，no shoes on his feet，no roof over his head；he is like the flies of heaven，who have none of these things.He is from seven to thirteen years of age，he lives in bands，roams the streets，lodges in the open air，wears an old pair of trousers of his father's，which descend below his heels，an old hat of some other father，which descends below his ears，a single suspender of yellow listing；he runs，lies in wait，rummages about，wastes time，blackens pipes，swears like a convict，haunts the wine-shop，knows thieves，calls gay women thou，talks slang，sings obscene songs，and has no evil in his heart.This is because he has in his heart a pearl，innocence；and pearls are not to be dissolved in mud.
So long as man is in his childhood，God wills that he shall be innocent.
If one were to ask that enormous city：
'What is this？'she would reply：'It is my little one.'
BOOK FIRST.——PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM
Ⅱ SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS
The gamin——the street Arab——of Paris is the dwarf of the giant.
Let us not exaggerate，this cherub of the gutter sometimes has a shirt，but，in that case，he owns but one；he sometimes has shoes，but then they have no soles；he sometimes has a lodging，and he loves it，for he finds his mother there；but he prefers the street，because there he finds liberty.
He has his own games，his own bits of mischief，whose foundation consists of hatred for the bourgeois；his peculiar metaphors：
to be dead is to eat dandelions by the root；his own occupations，calling hackney-coaches，letting down carriage-steps，establishing means of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains，which he calls making the bridge of arts，crying discourses pronounced by the authorities in favor of the French people，cleaning out the cracks in the pavement；he has his own coinage，which is composed of all the little morsels of worked copper which are found on the public streets.This curious money，which receives the name of loques——rags——has an invariable and well-regulated currency in this little Bohemia of children.
ly，he has his own fauna，which he observes attentively in the corners；the lady-bird，the death's-head plant-louse，the daddy-long-legs，'the devil，'a black insect，which menaces by twisting about its tail armed with two horns.
He has his fabulous monster，which has scales under its belly，but is not a lizard，which has pustules on its back，but is not a toad，which inhabits the nooks of old lime-kilns and wells that have run dry，which is black，hairy，sticky，which crawls sometimes slowly，sometimes rapidly，which has no cry，but which has a look，and is so terrible that no one has ever beheld it；he calls this monster'the deaf thing.'
The search for these'deaf things'among the stones is a joy of formidable nature.
Another pleasure consists in suddenly prying up a paving-stone，and taking a look at the wood-lice.Each region of Paris is celebrated for the interesting treasures which are to be found there.
There are ear-wigs in the timber-yards of the Ursulines，there are millepeds in the Pantheon，there are tadpoles in the ditches of the Champs-de-Mars.
As far as sayings are concerned，this child has as many of them as Talleyrand.
He is no less cynical，but he is more honest.He is endowed with a certain indescribable，unexpected joviality；he upsets the composure of the shopkeeper with his wild laughter.He ranges boldly from high comedy to farce.
A funeral passes by.
Among those who accompany the dead there is a doctor.
'Hey there！'shouts some street Arab，'how long has it been customary for doctors to carry home their own work？'
Another is in a crowd.
A grave man，adorned with spectacles and trinkets，turns round indignantly：
'You good-for-nothing，you have seized my wife's waist！'——'I，sir？
Search me！'
BOOK FIRST.——PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM
Ⅲ HE IS AGREEABLE
In the evening，thanks to a few sous，which he always finds means to procure，the homuncio enters a theatre.
On crossing that magic threshold，he becomes transfigured；he was the street Arab，he becomes the titi.[18]Theatres are a sort of ship turned upside down with the keel in the air.
It is in that keel that the titi huddle together.
The titi is to the gamin what the moth is to the larva；the same being endowed with wings and soaring.It suffices for him to be there，with his radiance of happiness，with his power of enthusiasm and joy，with his hand-clapping，which resembles a clapping of wings，to confer on that narrow，dark，fetid，sordid，unhealthy，hideous，abominable keel，the name of Paradise.
[18]Chicken：
slang allusion to the noise made in calling poultry.
Bestow on an individual the useless and deprive him of the necessary，and you have the gamin.
The gamin is not devoid of literary intuition.
His tendency，and we say it with the proper amount of regret，would not constitute classic taste.
He is not very academic by nature.
Thus，to give an example，the popularity of Mademoiselle Mars among that little audience of stormy children was seasoned with a touch of irony.The gamin called her Mademoiselle Muche——'hide yourself.'
