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I'm anxious to get rid of all this, in order that we may settle down somewhere else!" "Just as you like," said Pécuchet; and the next moment: "The authors recommend us to suppress every direct passage. In this way the sap is counteracted, and the tree necessarily suffers thereby. In order to be in good health, it would be necessary for it to have no fruit!
They went back, and rushed through the neighbourhood at random, the direction of the old road not being easy to discover. Marcel went jumping from right to left, like a spaniel running at field-sports. Bouvard was compelled to call him back every five minutes. Pécuchet advanced step by step, holding the rod by the two branches, with the point upwards.
The former adhered to experience; for the latter, the ideal was everything. The one belonged to the school of Aristotle, the other to that of Plato; and they proceeded to discuss the subject. "The soul is immaterial," said Pécuchet. "By no means," said his friend.
He made her a present of a pair of lady's boots, and often treated her to a glass of aniseed cordial. To save her trouble he rose early, chopped up the wood, lighted the fire, and was so attentive as to clean Bouvard's shoes. Mélie did not faint or let her handkerchief fall, and Pécuchet did not know what to do, his passion increasing through the fear of satisfying it.
Hoping that she would ask to have her wages paid, he exacted additional work from her, took notice every time she got tipsy, referred in a loud voice to her want of cleanliness, her quarrelsomeness, and did it all so effectively that she had to go. Then Pécuchet was free! With what impatience he waited for Bouvard to go out! What a throbbing of the heart he felt as soon as the door closed!
Bouvard blamed himself for having wasted an opportunity. Bah! he should have one again and then not all women are alike. With some of them you must be blunt, while audacity destroys you with others. In short, he was satisfied with himself and he did not confide his hope to Pécuchet; this was through fear of the remarks that would be passed, and not at all through delicacy.
And they dreamed of being acted at the Odéon, had their thoughts fixed on theatrical performances, and sighed for Paris. "I was born to be an author instead of being buried in the country!" said Bouvard. "And I likewise," chimed in Pécuchet. Then came an illumination to their minds. If they had so much trouble about it, the reason was their ignorance of the rules.
"Very well," said Bouvard, "we have time before us." He intended to get a tenant; then they would see. "We shall not be more unlucky than before; only now we are forced to practise economy!" Pécuchet was disgusted with gardening, and a few days later he remarked: "We ought to give ourselves up exclusively to tree culture not for pleasure, but as a speculation.
And Pécuchet gave utterance to the three Cartesian proofs: "'Primo: God is comprehended in the idea that we have of Him; secundo: Existence is possible to Him; tertio: How can I, a finite being, have an idea of the Infinite? And, since we have this idea, it comes to us from God; therefore, God exists."
He was an ex-commercial traveller, and now a purse-maker a good fellow, a patriot, a ladies' man, and one who affected the language of the faubourgs. Pécuchet did not care for him, and he brought Bouvard to the residence of Dumouchel. He bored Bouvard. Neither of the two friends concealed his opinion from the other. Each recognised the correctness of the other's view.
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