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STENDHAL (1783-1842).
L.A., [Brunswick] December 16, 1806, to his sister Pauline BEYLE| 3 pages in-4, addressed "Monsieur Beyle pour Mademoiselle sa fille ainée à Grenoble" (framed).
Beautiful, intimate letter to his beloved sister.
"My dear friend, the happiness of thinking of you is one of the greatest that remains to me, you are the only woman I esteem and with whom I allow myself to have the feelings that all those who are pretty inspired in me a few years ago. You are a Porcia in my eyes, all the others are at most only Me du Chatelet, with a few ideas, a lot of vanity and a soul that is not really sensitive, but pursues the pleasures of sensibility that they find ceaselessly extolled in the books they study.
What's annoying about our correspondence is that it's only half a correspondence, you never answer me, when we would be one in America and the other in Grenoble I could receive your letters more often. This deprives me of the sweet pleasure of knowing what you do, and especially what you think. I can only vaguely urge you to be patient and to suffer the 1st punishment of a superior mind and especially of a superior soul, that of being bored by everything that amuses the pigmented souls around you. Another consequence of this superiority is not to be understood by them: you could never make a domestic understand the grace that ordinary society people find in twenty passages of La Fontaine's fables| in the same way, these society people don't understand the greater grace that is in 20 other places in La Fontaine that are far superior to the first.
These places seem to them obscure, or exaggerated, or not neat enough| I've heard these very words used when speaking of places intended to produce the feeling of grace, and neat means elegant.
A great soul must itself be the source of all its pleasures. Chamfort said: "You don't go to market with bullion, but with coin. So don't expect to be felt, and don't expect to hear things that really touch. This happiness is happening to me right now, but it's the first time in a long time. [...]
I don't have the physical time to write. This is the 8th time in 8 days that I have written this letter, as you will see. ....
Correspondance générale, t. I, n° 261.
L.A., [Brunswick] December 16, 1806, to his sister Pauline BEYLE| 3 pages in-4, addressed "Monsieur Beyle pour Mademoiselle sa fille ainée à Grenoble" (framed).
Beautiful, intimate letter to his beloved sister.
"My dear friend, the happiness of thinking of you is one of the greatest that remains to me, you are the only woman I esteem and with whom I allow myself to have the feelings that all those who are pretty inspired in me a few years ago. You are a Porcia in my eyes, all the others are at most only Me du Chatelet, with a few ideas, a lot of vanity and a soul that is not really sensitive, but pursues the pleasures of sensibility that they find ceaselessly extolled in the books they study.
What's annoying about our correspondence is that it's only half a correspondence, you never answer me, when we would be one in America and the other in Grenoble I could receive your letters more often. This deprives me of the sweet pleasure of knowing what you do, and especially what you think. I can only vaguely urge you to be patient and to suffer the 1st punishment of a superior mind and especially of a superior soul, that of being bored by everything that amuses the pigmented souls around you. Another consequence of this superiority is not to be understood by them: you could never make a domestic understand the grace that ordinary society people find in twenty passages of La Fontaine's fables| in the same way, these society people don't understand the greater grace that is in 20 other places in La Fontaine that are far superior to the first.
These places seem to them obscure, or exaggerated, or not neat enough| I've heard these very words used when speaking of places intended to produce the feeling of grace, and neat means elegant.
A great soul must itself be the source of all its pleasures. Chamfort said: "You don't go to market with bullion, but with coin. So don't expect to be felt, and don't expect to hear things that really touch. This happiness is happening to me right now, but it's the first time in a long time. [...]
I don't have the physical time to write. This is the 8th time in 8 days that I have written this letter, as you will see. ....
Correspondance générale, t. I, n° 261.