Bildungsromans; France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- France -- Fiction
you were seen going to the theatre and were reported to be looking well,
or else that he has not been able to profit entirely by the action which
you have taken on his behalf, which, by the way, three other of his
friends had already offered to take, so that he is only moderately
indebted to you. In similar circumstances the previous friend would have
pretended not to know that you had gone to the theatre, or that other
people could have done him the same service. But this last friend feels
himself obliged to repeat or to reveal to somebody the very thing that
is most likely to give offence; is delighted with his own frankness and
tells you, emphatically: "I am like that." While others infuriate you by
their exaggerated curiosity, or by a want of curiosity so absolute that
you can speak to them of the most sensational happenings without their
grasping what it is all about; and others again take months to answer
you if your letter has been about something that concerns yourself and
not them, or else, if they write that they are coming to ask you for
something and you dare not leave the house for fear of missing them, do
not appear, but leave you in suspense for weeks because, not having
received from you the answer which their letter did not in the least
"expect", they have concluded that you must be cross with them. And
others, considering their own wishes and not yours, talk to you without
letting you get a word in if they are in good spirits and want to see
you, however urgent the work you may have in hand, but if they feel
exhausted by the weather or out of humour, you cannot get a word out of
them, they meet your efforts with an inert languor and no more take the
trouble to reply, even in monosyllables, to what you say to them than if
they had not heard you. Each of our friends has his defects so markedly
that to continue to love him we are obliged to seek consolation for
those defects--in the thought of his talent, his goodness, his affection
for ourself--or rather to leave them out of account, and for that we
need to display all our good-will. Unfortunately our obliging obstinacy
in refusing to see the defect in our friend is surpassed by the
obstinacy with which he persists in that defect, from his own blindness
to it or the blindness that he attributes to other people. For he does
not notice it himself, or imagines that it is not noticed. Since the
risk of giving offence arises principally from the difficulty of
appreciating what does and what does not pass unperceived, we ought, at
least, from prudence, never to speak of ourself, because that is a
subject on which we may be sure that other people's views are never in
accordance with our own. If we find as many surprises as on visiting a
house of plain exterior which inside is full of hidden treasures,
torture-chambers, skeletons, when we discover the true lives of other
people, the real beneath the apparent universe, we are no less surprised
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