Bildungsromans; France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- France -- Fiction
But it was because M. de Norpois had told him that he ought to let me
hear Berma, that it was an experience for a young man to remember in
later life, that my father, who had hitherto been so resolutely opposed
to my going and wasting my time, with the added risk of my falling ill
again, on what he used to shock my grandmother by calling "futilities",
was now not far from regarding this manner of spending an afternoon as
included, in some vague way, in the list of precious formulae for
success in a brilliant career. My grandmother, who, in renouncing on my
behalf the profit which, according to her, I should have derived from
hearing Berma, had made a considerable sacrifice in the interests of my
health, was surprised to find that this last had become of no account at
a mere word from M. de Norpois. Reposing the unconquerable hopes of her
rationalist spirit in the strict course of fresh air and early hours
which had been prescribed for me, she now deplored, as something
disastrous, this infringement that I was to make of my rules, and in a
tone of despair protested, "How easily led you are!" to my father, who
replied angrily "What! So it's you that are for not letting him go, now.
That is really too much, after your telling us all day and every day
that it would be so good for him."
M. de Norpois had also brought about a change in my father's plans in a
matter of far greater importance to myself. My father had always meant
me to become a diplomat, and I could not endure the thought that, even
if I did have to stay for some years, first, at the Ministry, I should
run the risk of being sent, later on, as Ambassador, to capitals in
which no Gilberte dwelt. I should have preferred to return to the
literary career that I had planned for myself, and had then abandoned,
years before, in my wanderings along the Guermantes way. But my father
had steadily opposed my devoting myself to literature, which he regarded
as vastly inferior to diplomacy, refusing even to dignify it with the
title of career, until the day when M. de Norpois, who had little love
for the more recent generations of diplomatic agents, assured him that
it was quite possible, by writing, to attract as much attention, to
receive as much consideration, to exercise as much influence, and at the
same time to preserve more independence than in the Embassies.
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