France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"That's right! I went out without a hat. I did not think that I was
abandoning, that I was leaving behind anything that was a part of me;
that the things which I saw, in the midst of which I lived, were dying
one after another as soon as I passed by them."
The train left at eight o'clock in the evening. Lirat did not leave me
all day. Wishing, no doubt, to occupy my mind and to keep my will power
at its highest pitch, he spoke to me with broad gestures; but I did not
hear anything except a confused noise, annoying me and buzzing about
my ears like pestering flies. We dined in a restaurant near the Mont
Parnasse railroad station. Lirat continued to talk, stupefying me with
gestures and words, tracing strange geographic lines with his knife on
the table.
"Look, there's where it is! Then you will follow this side ... and ..."
I believe he was giving me instructions about my trip to the place of
exile I was bound for ... told me the names of villages, persons. The
word 'sea' recurred again and again with the rumble of pebbles, washed
by the waves and rubbing against one another.
"Will you remember?"
And without knowing exactly what he referred to, I answered:
"Yes, yes, I'll remember."
It was only at the station, this vast building, filled with noise and
bustle, that I realized my situation. I felt terribly downhearted.
And so I was going away! It's all over then! Never again shall I see
Juliette, never again! At this moment I forgot all my suffering, my
shame, my ruin, the irreparable conduct of Juliette and remembered only
our brief moments of happiness, and I rebelled against the injustice of
being separated from my well-beloved. Lirat meantime was saying:
"And then, if you only knew what a bliss it is to live among the lowly,
to study their poor but worthy life, their resignation of martyrs,
their...."
I had a notion to escape his surveillance, to flee then and there. A
foolish hope kept me from doing that. I said to myself: 'Celestine will
no doubt bring word to Juliette that Lirat has been at the house, that
he has led me away by force; she will understand at once that something
horrible is happening, that I am at this station, that I am going to
leave. And she will come running.' I really believed she would. So
strong was my faith that through the large open windows, I watched the
people who were entering; I searched among the various groups, examined
closely the dense crowd of passengers standing in front of the track
gate. And whenever some elegant lady appeared I gave a start, ready to
dart toward her. Lirat went on:
"And to think that there are some people who consider them brutes,
these heroes! Ah! you will see those magnificent brutes with their
horny hands, their eyes full of infinitude, and their backs which make
one weep."
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