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battlefield; I must work day and night; seek interviews with

statesmen; surprise their convictions; try to interest them in our

affairs; and gain them over; with their wives and servants; and their

very dogs; and all this abominable business had to take the form of

pretty speeches and polite attentions。 Then I knew the mortifications

that had left their blighting traces on my father's face。 For about a

year I led outwardly the life of a man of the world; but enormous

labors lay beneath the surface of gadding about; and eager efforts to

attach myself to influential kinsmen; or to people likely to be useful

to us。 My relaxations were lawsuits; and memorials still furnished the

staple of my conversation。 Hitherto my life had been blameless; from

the sheer impossibility of indulging the desires of youth; but now I

became my own master; and in dread of involving us both in ruin by

some piece of negligence; I did not dare to allow myself any pleasure

or expenditure。



〃While we are young; and before the world has rubbed off the delicate

bloom from our sentiments; the freshness of our impressions; the noble

purity of conscience which will never allow us to palter with evil;

the sense of duty is very strong within us; the voice of honor clamors

within us; and we are open and straightforward。 At that time I was all

these things。 I wished to justify my father's confidence in me。 But

lately I would have stolen a paltry sum from him; with secret delight;

but now that I shared the burden of his affairs; of his name and of

his house; I would secretly have given up my fortune and my hopes for

him; as I was sacrificing my pleasures; and even have been glad of the

sacrifice! So when M。 de Villele exhumed; for our special benefit; an

imperial decree concerning forfeitures; and had ruined us; I

authorized the sale of my property; only retaining an island in the

middle of the Loire where my mother was buried。 Perhaps arguments and

evasions; philosophical; philanthropic; and political considerations

would not fail me now; to hinder the perpetration of what my solicitor

termed a 'folly'; but at one…and…twenty; I repeat; we are all aglow

with generosity and affection。 The tears that stood in my father's

eyes were to me the most splendid of fortunes; and the thought of

those tears has often soothed my sorrow。 Ten months after he had paid

his creditors; my father died of grief; I was his idol; and he had

ruined me! The thought killed him。 Towards the end of the autumn of

1826; at the age of twenty…two; I was the sole mourner at his

gravesidethe grave of my father and my earliest friend。 Not many

young men have found themselves alone with their thoughts as they

followed a hearse; or have seen themselves lost in crowded Paris; and

without money or prospects。 Orphans rescued by public charity have at

any rate the future of the battlefield before them; and find a shelter

in some institution and a father in the government or in the procureur

du roi。 I had nothing。



〃Three months later; an agent made over to me eleven hundred and

twelve francs; the net proceeds of the winding up of my father's

affairs。 Our creditors had driven us to sell our furniture。 From my

childhood I had been used to set a high value on the articles of

luxury about us; and I could not help showing my astonishment at the

sight of this meagre balance。



〃 'Oh; rococo; all of it!' said the auctioneer。 A terrible word that

fell like a blight on the sacred memories of my childhood; and

dispelled my earliest illusions; the dearest of all。 My entire fortune

was comprised in this 'account rendered;' my future lay in a linen bag

with eleven hundred and twelve francs in it; human society stood

before me in the person of an auctioneer's clerk; who kept his hat on

while he spoke。 Jonathan; an old servant who was much attached to me;

and whom my mother had formerly pensioned with an annuity of four

hundred francs; spoke to me as I was leaving the house that I had so

often gaily left for a drive in my childhood。



〃 'Be very economical; Monsieur Raphael!'



〃The good fellow was crying。



〃Such were the events; dear Emile; that ruled my destinies; moulded my

character; and set me; while still young; in an utterly false social

position;〃 said Raphael after a pause。 〃Family ties; weak ones; it is

true; bound me to a few wealthy houses; but my own pride would have

kept me aloof from them if contempt and indifference had not shut

their doors on me in the first place。 I was related to people who were

very influential; and who lavished their patronage on strangers; but I

found neither relations nor patrons in them。 Continually circumscribed

in my affections; they recoiled upon me。 Unreserved and simple by

nature; I must have appeared frigid and sophisticated。 My father's

discipline had destroyed all confidence in myself。 I was shy and

awkward; I could not believe that my opinion carried any weight

whatever; I took no pleasure in myself; I thought myself ugly; and was

ashamed to meet my own eyes。 In spite of the inward voice that must be

the stay of a man with anything in him; in all his struggles; the

voice that cries; 'Courage! Go forward!' in spite of sudden

revelations of my own strength in my solitude; in spite of the hopes

that thrilled me as I compared new works; that the public admired so

much; with the schemes that hovered in my brain;in spite of all

this; I had a childish mistrust of myself。



〃An overweening ambition preyed upon me; I believed that I was meant

for great things; and yet I felt myself to be nothing。 I had need of

other men; and I was friendless。 I found I must make my way in the

world; where I was quite alone; and bashful; rather than afraid。



〃All through the year in which; by my father's wish; I threw myself

into the whirlpool of fashionable society; I came away with an

inexperienced heart; and fresh in mind。 Like every grown child; I

sighed in secret for a love affair。 I met; among young men of my own

age; a set of swaggerers who held their heads high; and talked about

trifles as they seated themselves without a tremor beside women who

inspired awe in me。 They chattered nonsense; sucked the heads of their

canes; gave themselves affected airs; appropriated the fairest women;

and laid; or pretended that they had laid their heads on every pillow。

Pleasure; seemingly; was at their beck and call; they looked on the

most virtuous and prudish as an easy prey; ready to surrender at a

word; at the slightest impudent gesture or insolent look。 I declare;

on my soul and conscience; that the attainment of power; or of a great

name in literature; seemed to me an easier victory than a success with

some young; witty; and gracious lady of high degree。



〃So I found the tumult of my heart; my feelings; and my creeds all at

variance with the axioms of society。 I had plenty of audacity in my

character; but none in my manner。 Later; I found out that women did

not like to be implored。 I have from afar adored many a one to whom I

devoted a soul proof against all tests; a heart to break; energy that

shrank from no sacrifice and from no torture; THEY accepted fools whom

I would not have engaged as hall porters。 How often; mute and

motionless; have I not admired the lady of my dreams; swaying in the

dance; given up my life in thought to one eternal caress; expressed

all my hopes in a look; and laid before her; in my rapture; a young

man's love; which should outstrip all fables。 At some moments I was

ready to barter my whole life for one single night。 Well; as I could

never find a listener for my impassioned proposals; eyes to rest my

own upon; a heart made for my heart; I lived on in all the sufferings

of impotent force that consumes itself; lacking either opportunity or

courage or experience。 I despaired; maybe; of making myself

understood; or I feared to be understood but too well; and yet the

storm within me was ready to burst at every c

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