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"Can you tell me, please, who is his favourite actor?" "Actor? No, I can't say. But I do know this: there's not a man on the stage whom he thinks equal to Berma; he puts her above everyone. Have you seen her?" "No, sir, my parents do not allow me to go to the theatre." "That is a pity. You should insist.
I classified, in order of talent, the most distinguished: Sarah Bernhardt, Berma, Bartet, Madeleine Brohan, Jeanne Samary; but I was interested in them all. Now my uncle knew many of them personally, and also ladies of another class, not clearly distinguished from actresses in my mind. He used to entertain them at his house.
Those even who did not know her were warned by something exceptional, something beyond the normal in her or perhaps by a telepathic suggestion such as would move an ignorant audience to a frenzy of applause when Berma was 'sublime' that she must be some one well-known.
Another time, being still obsessed by the desire to hear Berma in classic drama, I had asked her whether she had not a copy of a pamphlet in which Bergotte spoke of Racine, and which was now out of print.
And, alas, he forbade also, most categorically, my being allowed to go to the theatre, to hear Berma; the sublime artist, whose genius Bergotte had proclaimed, might, by introducing me to something else that was, perhaps, as important and as beautiful, have consoled me for not having been to Florence and Venice, for not going to Balbec.
We say rather originality, charm, delicacy, strength; and then one day we add up the sum of these, and find that it amounts simply to talent. "Are there any books in which Bergotte has written about Berma?" I asked M. Swann. "I think he has, in that little essay on Racine, but it must be out of print. Still, there has perhaps been a second impression. I will find out.
"`Turkish Delights' is cigarettes, I think." "Well, I know it isn't, because I read about it in a story in a magazine. And they were eating it. On the terrace.... What is that shish kibub?" "Kebab.... It's lamb roasted on skewers. I know you'll like it." "Well, I'm not going to trust any heathens to cook my meat. I'll take some eggs and some of that what was it the idiot was talking about berma?"
Berma in Phedre, in the Cid; well, she's only an actress, if you like, but you know that I don't believe very much in the 'hierarchy' of the arts."
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