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PARIS GOES AWAY

The Noble Game of the Goose, revived from the Greeks.

Dedicated to lovers.

Rules to be followed in this game

First agree upon the Prize for the Game...

...and what will be won for encounters and accidents.

This Game has Sixty and Three Numbers...

...and the first to reach the final Number, wins the game.

But it's not easy to get to Goose Castle, that is, to Number 63...

...since much can happen before you get there.

This Game is played with two Dice. Lots are drawn for who will start.

...and whoever has the highest lot takes both dice...

...tosses them once...

...and puts his token on the number shown by the dice.

Then whoever is to the right plays next, followed by the others...

...observing that each player must have a different token.

There is nothing new under the sun.

In all nations, beneath all skies, in the north as the south...

...among the blacks as with the whites...

...in savages' huts, under city slates, for all time...

...everywhere and always...

...the game exists...

...with its appetites, its violence, its excesses.

It is so marvelous that everywhere it captivated men...

...and was even until recently a means of divination.

Nothing can down me When I am set

I have it in me Great things I get

More art than knowledge More forehead than pate

More wonder than fact

The love for marvels Is a love to hate

It sees what I say and not how I act

The Noble Game of the Goose, revived from the Greeks.

Dedicated to lovers

Rules to be followed in this game.

Whoever lands on 6, where there is a Bridge...

...will pay the agreed price and go to number 12.

Clitander, with tone so tender paints you the greatest ardour

You understand no thing and nothing stirs your heart

Cloris, can those of your age Fail to know such pleasure?

It's a bird of passage To catch, but not at leasure

Whoever lands on Number 42 where there is a Labyrinth...

...will pay the agreed price and go back to number 30.

Napoleon took to the Game of the Goose with a southern vigor...

...moving his token's spaces like a school boy...

...sulking when the dice went against him...

...landing on the Tavern bad-temperedly...

...cheating out of fear of falling into the Pit or going to Prison...

...risking Death foolhardily...

...and revealing in the twists and turns of the struggle...

...his character, full of rich contrasts.

Whoever lands on 6, where there is a Bridge...

...will pay the agreed price and go to number 12.

Whoever lands on Number 42 where there is a Labyrinth...

...will pay the agreed price and return to number 30.

It must be noted that if the number falls right on a Goose...

...the same number must be counted again until completion...

...but whoever approaches Goose Castle but scores more than is needed...

...will have to change direction, now counting backwards...

...and if they land upon a Goose, count again, always backwards.

Whoever lands on Number 19 where there is a Tavern...

...will pay the agreed price and sit out two rounds.

Whoever lands on Number 31 where there is a Pit...

...will pay the agreed price staying there, until freed by another...

...who takes his place in turn.

Whoever lands on Number 31 where there is a Pit...

...will pay the agreed price staying there, until freed by another...

...who takes his place in turn.

Whoever lands on Number 58 where there is a Grave or Death...

...will pay the agreed price and start all over again.

Whoever lands on Number 52 where there is a Prison...

...will pay the agreed price and must stay until released by another.

Whoever lands on Number 52 where there is a Prison...

...will pay the agreed price and must stay until released by another.

Whoever lands on Number 58 where there is a Grave or Death...

...will pay the agreed price and start all over again.

And whoever is landed on by another player...

...will pay the agreed price and take a turn in his place.

With joy I'll dress your hair Receive what you are due

As for your sheep you care My love will tend you

If your prudent wisdom guess Blame secrets that I fear to say

Sylvie, if it hurts when I confess Your beauty made me feel this way