French fiction -- 19th century; Sand, George, 1804-1876
The term of uncertainty due to the protracted legal proceedings had not
been an idle one, nor does it seem to have deadened George Sand's
appreciation of the external beauties of nature, or her enjoyment of
physical exercise; for she writes cheerfully of her horseback rides at
night, of the pleasure she takes in her surroundings at La Châtre,
where she is entertained by friends near her own home during the
pendency of the trial. She tells of the delight she experienced in
watching the transition from night to day, which she speaks of as a
"revolution apparently so uniform, but possessing a different character
every day." Those evening rides, how much inspiration they furnished for
the poet-novelist as she wandered along alone! how much of influence on
her marvellous creative mind! In that breaking dawn, indistinct and
fanciful, did she not see the image of society in its obscurity, and
dream of the dawn of its hoped-for emancipation from the gloom of
inequality and prejudice? She was once more face to face with nature,
her back was turned upon the vanities of the proud and the machinations
of the perverse. She was musing over the new teachings that had been
given her. She sought "to believe in no other God than he who preaches
justice and equality to men." How calming to her mind her communion with
nature was at this time, and how refreshing to her fancy, may be
inferred from her own words: "There is not a meadow, not a clump of
trees, which, bathed in a lovely and brilliant sun, does not seem
entirely Arcadian in my eyes. I teach you all the secrets of my
happiness." In the woods, the streams, the sky, and the stars, George
Sand found so many religious teachers. All her former spiritual
tendencies reawakened, she tells us that through her prayers, few and
poor though they were, she experienced a "foretaste of infinite
ecstasies and exaltations like those of my youth, when I used to believe
that I saw the Virgin, like a white spot on a sun which moved about me.
Now my visions are all about stars; but I begin to have strange dreams."
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