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notoriety　abashed　him。　To　him　the　place　of　secretary　to　a　Napoleon　was

far　more　desirable　than　that　of　the　minister　himself。　As　soon　as　he

became　the　friend　and　secretary　of　Canalis　he　did　a　great　amount　of

labor　for　him；　but　by　the　end　of　eighteen　months　he　had　learned　to

understand　the　barrenness　of　a　nature　that　was　poetic　through　literary

expression　only。　The　truth　of　the　old　proverb；　〃The　cowl　doesn't　make

the　monk；〃　is　eminently　shown　in　literature。　It　is　extremely　rare　to

find　among　literary　men　a　nature　and　a　talent　that　are　in　perfect

accord。　The　faculties　are　not　the　man　himself。　This　disconnection；

whose　phenomena　are　amazing；　proceeds　from　an　unexplored；　possibly　an

unexplorable　mystery。　The　brain　and　its　products　of　all　kinds　（for　in

art　the　hand　of　man　is　a　continuation　of　his　brain）　are　a　world　apart；

which　flourishes　beneath　the　cranium　in　absolute　independence　of

sentiments；　feelings；　and　all　that　is　called　virtue；　the　virtue　of

citizens；　fathers；　and　private　life。　This；　however　true；　is　not

absolutely　so；　nothing　is　absolutely　true　of　man。　It　is　certain　that　a

debauched　man　will　dissipate　his　talent；　that　a　drunkard　will　waste　it

in　libations；　while；　on　the　other　hand；　no　man　can　give　himself　talent

by　wholesome　living：　nevertheless；　it　is　all　but　proved　that　Virgil；

the　painter　of　love；　never　loved　a　Dido；　and　that　Rousseau；　the　model

citizen；　had　enough　pride　to　had　furnished　forth　an　aristocracy。　On

the　other　hand　Raphael　and　Michael　Angelo　do　present　the　glorious

conjunction　of　genius　with　the　lines　of　character。　Talent　in　men　is

therefore；　in　all　moral　points；　very　much　what　beauty　is　in　women；

simply　a　promise。　Let　us；　therefore；　doubly　admire　the　man　in　whom

both　heart　and　character　equal　the　perfection　of　his　genius。



When　Ernest　discovered　within　his　poet　an　ambitious　egoist；　the　worst

species　of　egoist　（for　there　are　some　amiable　forms　of　the　vice）；　he

felt　a　delicacy　in　leaving　him。　Honest　natures　cannot　easily　break　the

ties　that　bind　them；　especially　if　they　have　tied　them　voluntarily。

The　secretary　was　therefore　still　living　in　domestic　relations　with

the　poet　when　Modeste's　letter　arrived；in　such　relations；　be　it

said；　as　involved　a　perpetual　sacrifice　of　his　feelings。　La　Briere

admitted　the　frankness　with　which　Canalis　had　laid　himself　bare　before

him。　Moreover；　the　defects　of　the　man；　who　will　always　be　considered　a

great　poet　during　his　lifetime　and　flattered　as　Martmontel　was

flattered；　were　only　the　wrong　side　of　his　brilliant　qualities。

Without　his　vanity　and　his　magniloquence　it　is　possible　that　he　might

never　have　acquired　the　sonorous　elocution　which　is　so　useful　and　even

necessary　an　instrument　in　political　life。　His　cold…bloodedness

touched　at　certain　points　on　rectitude　and　loyalty；　his　ostentation

had　a　lining　of　generosity。　Results；　we　must　remember；　are　to　the

profit　of　society；　motives　concern　God。



But　after　the　arrival　of　Modeste's　letter　Ernest　deceived　himself　no

longer　as　to　Canalis。　The　pair　had　just　finished　breakfast　and　were

talking　together　in　the　poet's　study；　which　was　on　the　ground…floor　of

a　house　standing　back　in　a　court…yard；　and　looked　into　a　garden。



〃There！〃　exclaimed　Canalis；　〃I　was　telling　Madame　de　Chaulieu　the

other　day　that　I　ought　to　bring　out　another　poem；　I　knew　admiration

was　running　short；　for　I　have　had　no　anonymous　letters　for　a　long

time。〃



〃Is　it　from　an　unknown　woman？〃



〃Unknown？　yes！a　D'Este；　in　Havre；　evidently　a　feigned　name。〃



Canalis　passed　the　letter　to　La　Briere。　The　little　poem；　with　all　its

hidden　enthusiasms；　in　short；　poor　Modeste's　heart；　was　disdainfully

handed　over；　with　the　gesture　of　a　spoiled　dandy。



〃It　is　a　fine　thing；〃　said　the　lawyer；　〃to　have　the　power　to　attract

such　feelings；　to　force　a　poor　woman　to　step　out　of　the　habits　which

nature；　education；　and　the　world　dictate　to　her；　to　break　through

conventions。　What　privileges　genius　wins！　A　letter　such　as　this；

written　by　a　young　girla　genuine　young　girlwithout　hidden

meanings；　with　real　enthusiasm〃



〃Well；　what？〃　said　Canalis。



〃Why；　a　man　might　suffer　as　much　as　Tasso　and　yet　feel　recompensed；〃

cried　La　Briere。



〃So　he　might；　my　dear　fellow；　by　a　first　letter　of　that　kind；　and　even

a　second；　but　how　about　the　thirtieth？　And　suppose　you　find　out　that

these　young　enthusiasts　are　little　jades？　Or　imagine　a　poet　rushing

along　the　brilliant　path　in　search　of　her；　and　finding　at　the　end　of

it　an　old　Englishwoman　sitting　on　a　mile…stone　and　offering　you　her

hand！　Or　suppose　this　post…office　angel　should　really　be　a　rather　ugly

girl　in　quest　of　a　husband？　Ah；　my　boy！　the　effervescence　then　goes

down。〃



〃I　begin　to　perceive；〃　said　La　Briere；　smiling；　〃that　there　is

something　poisonous　in　glory；　as　there　is　in　certain　dazzling

flowers。〃



〃And　then；〃　resumed　Canalis；　〃all　these　women；　even　when　they　are

simple…minded；　have　ideals；　and　you　can't　satisfy　them。　They　never　say

to　themselves　that　a　poet　is　a　vain　man；　as　I　am　accused　of　being；

they　can't　conceive　what　it　is　for　an　author　to　be　at　the　mercy　of　a

feverish　excitement；　which　makes　him　disagreeable　and　capricious；　they

want　him　always　grand；　noble；　it　never　occurs　to　them　that　genius　is　a

disease；　or　that　Nathan　lives　with　Florine；　that　D'Arthez　is　too　fat；

and　Joseph　Bridau　is　too　thin；　that　Beranger　limps；　and　that　their　own

particular　deity　may　have　the　snuffles！　A　Lucien　de　Rubempre；　poet　and

cupid；　is　a　phoenix。　And　why　should　I　go　in　search　of　compliments　only

to　pull　the　string　of　a　shower…bath　of　horrid　looks　from　some

disillusioned　female？〃



〃Then　the　true　poet；〃　said　La　Briere；　〃ought　to　remain　hidden；　like

God；　in　the　centre　of　his　worlds；　and　be　only　seen　in　his　own

creations。〃



〃Glory　would　cost　too　dear　in　that　case；〃　answered　Canalis。　〃There　is

some　good　in　life。　As　for　that　letter；〃　he　added；　taking　a　cup　of　tea；

〃I　assure　you　that　when　a　noble　and　beautiful　woman　loves　a　poet　she

does　not　hide　in　the　corner　boxes；　like　a　duchess　in　love　with　an

actor；　she　feels　that　her　beauty；　her　fortune；　her　name　are　protection

enough；　and　she　dares　to　say　openly；　like　an　epic　poem：　'I　am　the

nymph　Calypso；　enamored　of　Telemachus。'　Mystery　and　feigned　names　are

the　resources　of　little　minds。　For　my　part　I　no　longer　answer　masks〃



〃I　should　love　a　woman　who　came　to　seek　me；〃　cried　La　Briere。　〃To　all

you　say　I　reply；　my　dear　Canalis；　that　it　cannot　be　an　ordinary　girl

who　aspires　to　a　distinguished　man；　such　a　girl　has　too　little　trust；

too　much　vanity；　she　is　too　faint…hearted。　Only　a　star；　a〃



〃princess！〃　cried　Canalis；　bursting　into　a　shout　of　laughter；　〃only

a　princess　can　descend　to　him。　My　dear　fellow；　that　doesn't　happen

once　in　a　hundred　years。　Such　a　love　is　like　that　flower　that　blossoms

every　century。　Princesses；　let　me　tell　you；　if　they　are　young；　rich；

and　beautiful；　have　something　else　to　think　of；　they　are　surrounded

like　rare　plants　by　a　hedge　of　f