"Delighted yourself, my City, of being so great that you take your flight on the mount Royal
down to the St.Lawrence river and that by the Earth spreads your name! 
Among those who make your glory, I found only citizens
 who were at the same time artists and poets 
who animated themselves without constraint by renewing the honor of your name." 

I thought thus whereas my spirit travelled on earth. We left, and my guide went up 
by drawing me by the projections of the steep rock, and carrying on our solitary journey 
and the pitfalls of the bridge, the feet did not advance without the assistance of the hands. 
Then I suffered and now I still suffer when my thought refers to what I saw up there, 
and I refrene my anger more then as usual. 

We were violently pushed back by spirits which awaited us up there and which said: 
"There is place here, for only those who are there already and who are known of us, and who 
lick our ass, and who flatter us and of whom we know the works 
and which are the only works which are, and which deserve to be. 
That you would be a painter, a poet, an architect or a journalist, a novelist, an artist, an actress 
or a morning-man, that you had been born wonder, skilful or beautiful, that has no meaning to us
 and we are indifferent to know your work. 

To us only matters, the reputation of your name so that it is at the same time ours, 
that of the editor, that of the museum, that of the magazine or the review of art or 
the architectural model a.la.mode, that of the pictorial school, that of the literary chapel. 
But since you do not have a reputation and that it is important for us to seek to know it, 
it is that you do not have a name. Here what counts and from this fact, you do not even exist."

And Baudelaire answered to them:
"My name is Baudelaire; 
my companion is not known as I am, but, he transports with him 
the pain of the poet; by grace, open yourselves to his work if not your hearts." 
And we heard them whisper between themselves: 
"Whom has he said he was, you heard him say he was Baudelaire, but who then is Baudelaire?" 
 And they started again their cries and their alarms and they pushed back us so that 
we left this court of flatterers, of hypocrites and of ignorants quite happy to be so. 
 
Before reaching the staircases, we crossed again this city:
 "Alarmed yourself, my City, of being so small that you cut your wings from the mount Royal 
down to the St.Lawrence river and that by the Hell spreads your name! 
Among those who violate your glory, I found only flatterers, among most notorious 
of your citizens, who make me ashame and there you gain nothing which can renew your honor.  
But if what one dreams in the morning is true, you will suffer soon the punishment of your crimes 
and those of your citizens: That of the loss of your soul and of your fame." 

We arrived, in spite of the obstacles, to the sixth pit; 
advancing towards us, flames which, each one, was hiding a sinner in pain. 
By seeing me so attentive to what was presented ato my eyes, my guide says to me: 
"The spirits that you see are in fires, each one of them is wrapped of what sets him ablaze;
 it is them who made that we had to take another way; they are consumed 
from their own fires as on earth, they took pleasure in the renewal 
of their mediocrity, and I would like that you sadden yourself for the City
 more than for them who did not survive to their work of art."