Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)Gautier, Théophile
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Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)
Gautier, Théophile
French fiction -- Translations into English
I think we shall soon know our parts well enough to have a
rehearsal.--I expect something very interesting. Perhaps I am wrong.--I
was afraid for a moment that our actors, instead of acting by
inspiration, would strive to reproduce the gestures and intonation of
some fashionable comedian; but luckily they have not followed the stage
closely enough to make that mistake, and it is to be hoped that, amid
the natural awkwardness of people who have never stood on the boards,
they will show some precious gleams of nature and a charming _naïveté_
that the most consummate talent cannot equal.
Our young painter has really done marvels:--it is impossible to give a
stranger look to the old tree-trunks and the ivies that enlace them;
he has taken the trees in the park for his models, accentuating and
exaggerating them, as should properly be done for stage scenery. The
whole thing is done with admirable spirit and fancy; the rocks, the
cliffs, the clouds are of mysterious, fantastic shapes; reflections
play upon the surface of the water, more trembling and shimmering than
quicksilver, and the ordinary coldness of the foliage is wonderfully
relieved by the saffron tints laid on by the brush of autumn; the
forest varies from emerald green to purple; the warmest and coldest
tints blend harmoniously and the very sky changes from a delicate blue
to the most glowing colors.
He has designed all the costumes in accordance with my suggestions;
they are of the most beautiful type. There was an outcry at first that
they could not be translated in silk and velvet or any known material,
and there was a moment when the troubadour costume was on the point
of being generally adopted. The ladies said that the brilliant colors
would put out their eyes. To which we replied that their eyes were
inextinguishable stars, and that they, on the other hand, would put
out the colors, as well as the Argand lamps, the candles and the sun,
if they had the chance.--They had no reply to make to that; but there
were other objections that sprung up in crowds and bristled with heads
like the Lernean hydra; no sooner was one head cut off than two others
appeared even more stupid and obstinate.
"How do you suppose that can be done?--Everything looks all right on
paper, but it's a different matter on your back; I can never get
into that!--My skirt's at least four inches too short; I shall never
dare to appear that way!--That ruff is too high; I look as if I were
hunchbacked and hadn't any neck.--That wig ages me intolerably."
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