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HOWEVER, copyright law varies in other countries, and the work may still be under copyright in the country from which you are accessing this website. It galzac your responsibility to check the applicable copyright laws in your country before downloading this work. Among all the pupils of the Oratorian school at Vendome, we are, I think, the only two who have afterwards met in mid-career of a life of letters — we who once were cultivating Philosophy when by rights we should have been minding our De viris.
When we met, you were engaged upon your noble works on German philosophy, and I upon this study.
Gobseck by Honoré de Balzac
So neither of us has missed his vocation; and you, when you see your name here, will feel, no doubt, as much pleasure as he who inscribes his work to you. A young and good-looking man heard the clock strike, and took his leave. When the courtyard echoed with the sound of a departing carriage, the Vicomtesse looked up, saw that no one was present save her brother and a friend of the family finishing their game of piquet, and went across to her daughter.
The girl, standing by the chimney-piece, apparently examining a transparent fire-screen, was listening to the sounds from the courtyard in a way that justified certain maternal fears.
Listen, child, and if you have any confidence in my love, let me guide you in life. At seventeen one cannot judge of past or future, nor of certain social considerations. I have only one thing to say to you. Goriot; people talked a good deal about her at one time. She behaved so badly to her own father, that she certainly does not deserve to have so good a son. The young Count adores her, and maintains her in her position with dutifulness worthy of all praise, and he is extremely good to his brother and sister.
The glance that Derville gave the Vicomtesse told her that this tale was meant for her. The Vicomtesse de Grandlieu, be it said, was one of the greatest ladies in the Faubourg Saint—Germain, by reason of her fortune and her ancient name; and though it may seem improbable that a Paris attorney should speak so familiarly to her, or be so much at home in her house, the fact is nevertheless easily explained. The Hotel de Grandlieu had been sold by the Republic. He instituted proceedings for nullity of contract, and gained the day.
Encouraged by this success, he used legal quibbles to such purpose that he compelled some institution or other to disgorge the Forest of Liceney.
Gobseck, by Honoré de Balzac
And Derville, a man of high character, well informed, modest, and pleasant in company, became the house-friend of the family.
By his conduct of Mme. The Vicomtesse would have had him sell his practice and enter the magistracy, in which career advancement would have been swift and certain with such influence at his disposal; but he persistently refused all offers.
He only went into society to keep up his connections, but he occasionally spent an evening at the Hotel de Grandlieu. It was a very lucky thing for him that his talents had been brought into the light by his devotion to Mme. At a ball only a balac days before, when he happened to stand near Camille, and said, indicating the Count:. He will be a remarkable man, I have no doubt. That is what that red color means!
You like him, do you not? Since that evening, Camille had been unwontedly attentive to the attorney, who approved of her liking for Ernest de Restaud.
Hitherto, although she knew well that her family lay under great obligations to Derville, she had felt respect rather than real friendship for him, their relation was more a matter of politeness than of warmth of feeling; and by her manner, and by the tones of her voice, she had always made him sensible gobeeck the distance which socially lay between them.
Gratitude is a charge upon the inheritance which the second generation is apt to repudiate. But once I was five-and-twenty, like everybody else, and even then I had seen some queer things. I ought to begin at the beginning by telling you about some one whom it is impossible that you should have known.
The blzac in question was a usurer. I wish the Academie would give me leave to dub such faces the lunar type.
It was like silver-gilt, with the gilt rubbed off. His hair was iron-gray, sleek, and carefully combed; his features might have been cast in bronze; Talleyrand himself was not more impassive than this money-lender.
His voice was so low; he always spoke suavely; he balzad flew into a passion. His age was a problem; it was hard to say whether he had grown old before his time, or whether by economy of youth he had saved enough to last him his life.
In winter time, the live brands of the fire smouldered all day in a bank of ashes; there was never any flame in his grate. Touch a wood-louse on an excursion across your sheet of paper, and the creature shams death; and in something the same way my acquaintance would stop short in the middle of a sentence, while a cart went by, to save the strain to his voice.
Following the example of Fontenelle, he was thrifty of pulse-strokes, and concentrated all human sensibility in the innermost sanctuary of Self. Indeed, even in transports of joy, his conversation was confined to monosyllables; he wore the same non-committal countenance. The house is damp and dark, and boasts no courtyard.
All the windows look on the street; the whole dwelling, balza claustral fashion, is divided into rooms or cells of equal size, all opening upon a long corridor dimly lit with borrowed lights. The place must have been part of an old convent once. He and his house were much alike; even so does the oyster resemble his native rock. These marks of confidence were the results of four years of neighborhood and my own sober conduct. From sheer lack of pence, I was bound to live pretty much as he did.
Had he any relations or friends? Was he rich or poor? Nobody could give an answer to these questions. I myself never saw money in his room.
Doubtless his capital was safely stowed in the strong rooms of the Bank. On occasion he would be a martyr to prudence. One day, when he happened to have gold in his pockets, a double napoleon worked its way, somehow or other, out of his fob and fell, and another lodger following him up the stairs picked up the coin and returned it to its owner. If I were rich, should I live as I do! Finally, a whimsical chance, in which Sterne would have seen gobswck, had named the man Gobseck.
When I did business for him later, I came to know that he was about seventy-six years old at the time when we became acquainted.
He was born aboutin some outlying suburb of Antwerp, of a Dutch father and a Jewish mother, and his name was Jean—Esther Van Gobseck. You remember how all Paris took an interest in that murder case, a woman named La belle Hollandaise?
When I asked by ggobseck curious chance his grandniece came to bear his surname, he smiled:. The thought of his heirs was abhorrent to him; and the idea that his wealth could pass into other hands after his ballzac simply inconceivable. The inscrutable lines on that sallow forehead kept the secret of horrible adventures, sudden panic, unhoped-for luck, romantic cross events, joys that knew no limit, hunger endured and love trampled under foot, fortunes risked, lost, and recovered, life endangered time and time again, and saved, it may be, by one of the rapid, ruthless decisions absolved by necessity.
He had known Admiral Simeuse, M. The bully who served Mahadaji Sindhia, King of Delhi, and did so much to found the power of the Mahrattas, had had dealings with Gobseck.
Long residence at St. Thomas brought him in contact with Victor Hughes and other notorious pirates. In his quest of fortune he had left no stone unturned; witness an attempt to discover the treasure of that tribe of savages so famous in Buenos Ayres and its neighborhood. He had a personal knowledge of the events of the American War of Independence. But if he spoke of the Indies or of America, as he did very rarely with me, and never with anyone else, he seemed to regard it as an indiscretion and to repent of it afterwards.
If humanity and sociability are in some sort a religion, Gobseck might be ranked as an infidel; but though I set myself to study him, I must confess, to my shame, that his real nature was impenetrable up to the very last. I even felt doubts at times as to balzaac sex. If all nalzac are like this one, I maintain that they belong to the neuter gender. Did he look on Gentiles as his legitimate prey? I never knew anything whatsoever about his religious gobweck, and so far as I could see, he was indifferent rather than incredulous.
He was sitting in his armchair, motionless as a statue, staring fixedly at the mantel-shelf, where he seemed to read the figures of his statements. A lamp, with a pedestal that had once been green, was burning in the room; but so far from taking color from its smoky light, his face seemed to stand out positively paler against the background.
He pointed to a chair set for me, but not a word did he say. But, at the same time, I knew quite well that while he had millions of francs at his command, he possessed the world no less in idea — that world which he had explored, ransacked, weighed, appraised, and exploited.
Did you not refuse to accept composition at the meeting of creditors until he undertook privately to pay you your debt in full; and did he not give you bills accepted by the insolvent firm; and then, when he set up in business again, did he not pay you the dividend upon those bills of yours, signed as they were by the bankrupt firm?
You have all sorts of beliefs, while I have no beliefs at all. Keep your illusions — if you can. Now I will show you life with the balzca taken off.
Go wherever you like, or stay at home by the fireside with your wife, there always comes a time when you settle down in a certain groove, the groove is your preference; and then happiness consists in the exercise of your faculties by applying them to realities. Anything more in the way of precept is false.
My principles have been various, among various men; I had to change them with every change of latitude. Things that we admire in Europe are punishable in Asia, and a vice in Paris becomes a necessity when you have passed the Azores. There are no such things as hard-and-fast rules; there are only conventions adapted to the climate. Fling a man headlong into one social melting pot after another, and convictions and forms and moral systems become so many meaningless words to him.
The one thing that always remains, the one sure instinct that nature has implanted in us, is the instinct of self-interest. If you had lived as long as I have, you would know that there is but one concrete reality invariable enough to be worth caring about, and that is — GOLD.
Gold represents every form of human power. I found out that there were either hills or plains everywhere: As to manners; man is man all the world over. The same battle between the poor and the rich is going on everywhere; it is inevitable everywhere; consequently, it is better to exploit than to be exploited.
Everywhere you find the man of thews and sinews who toils, and the lymphatic man who torments himself; and pleasures are everywhere the same, for when all sensations are exhausted, all that survives is Vanity — Vanity is the abiding substance of us, the I in us.
Vanity is only to be satisfied by gold in floods. Our dreams need time and physical means and painstaking thought before they can be realized.