the book collector
Veux-tu monter, mon Bel-homme? Je suis bien Aimable, bien Complaisante.... [Hey, handsome, would you like to come upstairs? I’m easy...] Fold-out hand colored etched frontispiece to [ Jean]-[Pierre]. Cuisin. Les Nymphes du Palais-Royal. Paris, 1815. A young gentleman being restrained by his coachman and a friend from the invitation offered by one of the prostitutes in front of the infamous gambling den at the Palais Royal known only by its address: 113. Noticeable as well are two signs for other nearby establishments: Corcelet, whose shop “Au Gourmand” sold delicacies from around the world; and Café des Aveugles, a celebrated café named for its blind musicians. Located in a basement, it had twenty cave-like rooms where customers could buy sex along with some refreshments. Prostitutes of the lower ranks were known to congregate there. It was rumored that if a man was unfortunate enough to be lured in, he would have trouble finding his way out again.
© Victoria Dailey printer, publisher and three booksellers also had to face the tribunal for ‘facilitating vice’ by circulating the addresses of prostitutes and for violating several statutes of an 1819 censorship law.
The lawyers for the accused presented their case in a very clever, droll and literary way by first asking the court how it could prosecute those involved in a book on prostitutes when prostitution itself was legal. As one said: ‘I blush to say it, but prostitution is in the public domain.’ They went on to describe Lepage as a young man,
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