Baudelaire - The absurdity of the prophet (French Literature)

For myself, who feels within me sometimes the absurdity of a prophet, I know that I shall never achieve the charity of a physician.  Lost in this vile world, elbowed by the crowd, I am like a worn-out man, whose eyes see, in the depths of the years behind him, only disillusionment and bitterness, ahead only a tumult in which there is nothing new, whether of enlightenment or of suffering.  In the evening, when this man has filched from his destiny a few hours of pleasure, when he is lulled...forgetful - as far as possible - of the past, content with the present and resigned to the future, exhilarated by his own nonchalance and dandyism, proud that he is less base than the passers-by, he says to himself, as he contemplates the smoke of his cigar:  What does it matter to me what becomes of these perceptions?