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It seems to me that you regard happiness too much as a possible thing, and that the absence of happiness which is our chronic state, angers you and astonishes you too much. You shun friends, you plunge into work, and reckon ass lost the time you might employ in loving or in being loved. Why didn't you come to us with Madame Viardot and Tourgueneff?
There is nothing more to say; but one may well be distressed at having an adored friend, a captive in chains far away, whom one may not free. It is perhaps a little coquettish on your part, so as to make yourself pitied and loved the more. Tourgueneff has been more fortunate than we, since he was able to snatch you from your ink-well.
Shakespeare affords some magnificent examples, likewise Balzac, likewise George Eliot, likewise Tourgueneff; the "Oedipus" is, of course, the crowning and final achievement in the music of sequence and the massy harmonies of fate.
"I hope so too," said Colville. "I should like to see them." "Dear me!" said the lady, with a glance at the clock. "It's five! I must be going." The other ladies went, and Colville approached to take leave, but Miss Graham detained him. "What is Tourgueneffish?" she demanded. "The quality of the great Russian novelist, Tourgueneff," said Colville, perceiving that she had not heard of him. "Oh!"
And the printing of it withdraws further and further into my mind. Why publish? Who pray is bothering about art nowadays? I make literature for myself as a bourgeois turns napkin rings in his garret. You will tell me that I had better be useful. But how? How can I make people listen to me? Tourgueneff has written me that he is going to stay in Paris all winter beginning with October.
Come and work, at our house; how perfectly easy to send on a box of books! Send word when you are coming so that I can have a carriage at the station at Chateauroux. CCLIII. TO GEORGE SAND Thursday, 20 March, 1873 Dear master, The gigantic Tourgueneff is at this moment leaving here and we have just sworn a solemn oath. You will have us at dinner the 12th of April, Easter Eve.
In July I shall go to get rid of my congestion on the top of a Swiss mountain, obeying the advice of Doctor Hardy, the man who called me "a hysterical woman," a saying that I consider profound. The good Tourgueneff is leaving next week for Russia, his trip will forcibly interrupt his frenzy for pictures, for our friend never leaves the auction rooms now!
I think this solitude is affecting your spirits." "Oh no; I am very happy at least, as happy as I can be. But we will have them to dinner. When shall it be?" "To-morrow is too soon. Say Thursday, since you ask me," said Miss Skeat. "Very well. Shall we read a little?" And Tourguéneff was put into requisition.
Breakfasted with the Duc d'Aumale at Chantilly on the 2nd; first time I had seen him there. Dined at Mohl's with Haussonville, the Lyttons, and Tourgueneff. Renewed my acquaintance with Drouyn de Lhuys, who related to me the affairs of 1866. Very curious. Dined at the Political Economy Club on the 5th; and at Lytton's on the 6th. Back to London on the 7th. January 24th.
For I have undertaken a work of great scope, which will require a lot of time, a prospect that pleases me. Ever since a month ago, I have been expecting Tourgueneff from week to week. The gout is delaying him still. CCXL. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croissset Nohant, 22 November, 1872 I don't think that I shall go to Paris before February.
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