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The earth is thick and deep, and the five elements are transformed into all things. Saints legislate with pushers, cover can not escape the number. (The Three Lives Society)
Until the end of his life, the laws of Balzac's fate came into play again and again! His dreams can only be fulfilled in books and never in his own life.
Worshiping Napoleon's conquest of the world with his sword, Balzac's passion is full of enthusiasm to write the long literary picture of the great French writers with a pen - "The Comedy of Man", which is a genius myth that has become one of the three major novelists in Europe in the nineteenth century, a kind of great shore.
At the same time, it is so humble - "that funny clown"! As the grandson of a peasant and the son of an urban commoner, Balzac was seduced by vanity and money all his life, and was shackled by it, fighting for money and wealth and the marriage of noblewomanhood, and the pity of love became fate.
The novelist's shrewdness in character creation and conception is in stark contrast to the folly of repeated commercial speculation in real life. It can only be said that the heavens only envisioned Balzac to achieve the destiny of great writers, so when this track is deviated, it is returned by bad luck.
The wonderful enthusiasm and passion of the manic depression have made Balzac, the son of the sun, the artistic talent of Balzac. At the same time, the brutal epilepsy of madness made Balzac's life a chicken feather, sneaky, profligate and absurd business speculation, etc., which was unbelievable.
Balzac is a product of the times. The first sixteen years of Balzac's life and the sixteen years of the French Empire coincided with each other. This is perhaps the most bizarre and bizarre time in the history of the world, and it is not insignificant for a man who has been through everything seriously, for a Balzac. The era of the French Revolution, especially the Napoleonic era, and its ambition to conquer the world have left a deep imprint on Balzac's thought.
Balzac statue
In 1799, the year balzac was born, Napoleon launched the Misty Moon Coup and became the first ruler of the French Republic, beginning a fifteen-year dictatorship and ruling the Emperor of the French Empire. During this time, the French army sang the "Marseillaise" and rode across Europe, invincible, and the eagle flag was planted all the way to the vault of the Kremlin. However, the scorched-earth countermeasures of the Russians to destroy their homes and the harsh reality of Moscow dripping water into ice forced Napoleon to bow his head and Mingjin fled back to Paris. After the defeat of Waterloo, Napoleon sang a long song on the Atlantic island of St. Helena.
The legendary Napoleon's indelible influence on the young Balzac made him ambitious, exemplary Bonaparte, full of ambition, dreaming of his own grand cause - "The cause he started with the sword, I will complete with the pen." This is the main tone of Balzac's "Human Comedy" and the eternal driving force of Balzac's protagonists. These people who live, start a business, fail or succeed in Paris are all struggling to conquer a world, ambitious, hard to fill, and passion and motivation are surging in their hearts.
this. Zweig made a brilliant comment about Balzac in his Three Biographies:
They all had the same adventure: a light tandem carriage sped past them, the wheels splashing them with muddy water, the coachman wielding a horse whip, and a young woman sitting in the carriage, jewelry gleaming in her hair. Glancing back, it flashed quickly. She is truly charming, beautiful and a symbol of pleasure. At this moment, all the protagonists of Balzac have only one wish: this woman, this carriage, these servants, these riches, this Paris, this whole world, all for us! ”
Balzac himself began his career in a chamber in the Latin Quarter, where his protagonists, various archetypes of social life, gathered. Despland, a medical student, Rastigné, a drill-camped man everywhere, the philosopher Louis Lambert, the painter Blibert, the journalist Lubbample — a bunch of young people, are all elements that have not yet been fixed, purely undeveloped personalities. But the whole life revolves around a table in the legendary homestay 'Fugai Inn'. Immediately after, these people threw themselves into the giant distillation bottle of life, after all kinds of passionate barbecue, and then frozen, experienced all kinds of disappointment and then cooled, solidified, succumbed to the natural and colorful influence of society, mechanical friction, magnet-like suction, chemical corrosion, molecular decomposition, these people have been completely transformed, lost their true essence. ...... Ten years later, these transformed, remnants of the people greeted each other from the heights of life with the smile of a prophet. Despland has become a generation of famous doctors, Rastigné has become a minister, Bredot has become a great painter, and Louis Lambert and Luppample have been caught by the flywheel of fate and crushed into powder. ”
Balzac noted that everyone has their own Rubikon, their own Waterloo. The same group of men fought to the death in the palace, in the hut, in the tavern, under the torn clothes, the priests, the doctors, the soldiers, the lawyers, and the same desires were revealed, and the anarchist Vulture knew it all too well, and he played the role of various characters, in ten disguises that appeared in balzac's different writings, but had always been the same person, consciously the same person. Under the surface of modern life, the struggle continues underground. Because the inner ambition is in opposition to the outward equality. Since no one had reserved seats, as kings, nobles, and priests could have reserved seats, and since everyone had the right to everything, interpersonal relations were tenfold tense. The possibility of development is shrinking day by day, and the motivation to manifest itself in life is multiplied. ”
"What stimulates Balzac is precisely the energy of man, this murderous and self-destructive struggle between them. Motivation points to a purpose, manifested as a conscious will to life, which is Balzac's passion. Whether this drive is good or evil, effective or purely wasteful, does not matter to Balzac, as long as it is strong. Strongness, will, is everything, because this belongs to human disposition, success and honor are nothing, determined by chance. A thief who, in a panic, tucks a loaf of bread in his sleeve, is very bored, and the great thief, the professional thief, steals not just for profit, but out of passion, and his whole life is reduced to the concept of grabbing it for himself, and this thief is remarkable. Measuring effects and facts is the task of historiography, and revealing causes and intensities is clearly the task of the poet for Balzac. For only the forces that fail to achieve their purpose are tragic. ”
"The docile, Balzac, is not interested, only those who are consistent, who tie all nerves, all muscles, all thoughts to a fantasy of life, he is interested. Whether it's love, art, greed, devotion, bravery, laziness, politics, friendship, whatever symbol it is, but it must be wholehearted. This kind of passionate figure, a fanatic who created his own religion, has no distractions and never looks left or right. They speak different languages with each other and do not understand each other. Giving a woman to a collector, even the most beautiful woman in the world—he wouldn't care; giving someone in love a future—he would despise it; giving a miser anything but money—he would look at the money cabinet without lifting his head. If he is tempted to turn his back on his beloved passion for the sake of other passions, he is ruined. Because if the muscles are not used, they will atrophy; if the tendons are not stretched for many years, they will stiffen; if anyone is a master of a certain passion and a certain kind of feeling all his life, he will be a half-hanger and a bag in any other field. Each passion, which provokes to become a paranoid maniac, will be violent to all other passions, cutting off their way of life and causing them to haggard to death: but their charm, it all absorbs and takes it for itself. All the grades and twists of love, jealousy and sorrow, exhaustion and extreme excitement, if in the case of a miser, are reflected in his frugality; in the collector, in his desire to collect. For each absolute state of perfection brings together the whole of feelings. The intensity of one-sidedness sums up the whole richness of neglected desires in its emotional impulses. ”
From the age of twenty-five, Balzac was hardly interested in the real world—with a few exceptions, and these exceptions, forever, became tragedies—and he simply used the real world as a material, as fuel, to drive the flywheels of his own world. He lived almost consciously outside the living world, as if afraid that the two worlds, the world he had created himself, and the other world, would always have a painful effect. At eight o'clock in the evening, Balzac went to bed exhausted and slept for four hours, and had his servant wake him up at midnight; when Paris, the noisy and noisy world around him, closed its crimson eyes, and the dull night fell on the crowded streets, and the world disappeared quietly, and then Balzac's world began to be born, and he built his own world outside the real world, with its fragmented elements. For hours on end, he lived in a fever-like frenzy of extreme revelry, constantly stimulating his weary senses with black coffee and making them excited. In this way, he worked ten hours, twelve hours, sometimes eighteen hours at a time, until something in the real world dragged him out of the world and pulled him back into the real world. In the seconds of his first awakening, his gaze must have been the kind that Rodin had given him on his statue of Balzac: suddenly awakened in nine days, stumbling into the real life that had been forgotten. This extreme panic, almost as if in a loud exclamation, was the hand that was pulling on Soso's trembling shoulder to tighten his clothes, a man who had shaken awake in his sleep, a gesture made by a sleepwalker, and someone had just called his name violently. No poet indulges in his work, forgets himself, and believes in his dreams more intensely than Balzac, and no poet whose hallucinations are so close to the brink of self-deception. Balzac didn't always know to put his passion on the brakes like a machine and stop his high-speed flywheel from continuing to spin, not always knowing to distinguish between image and reality, drawing a clear line between this world and that world. ”
Balzac himself said that passion is a hope, and that hope can turn into disappointment. Passion means both pain and excess. When hope is dashed, the passion ends. Surging passion, Balzac, who bore a huge debt of more than one hundred thousand francs, faced life with great difficulty, admired Napoleon to gain incomparable courage and hope, put aside despair and wrote hard, completed eighty volumes of works, and wrote a picture of an era, a world, and an entire generation. Before him, no one had ever passionately tried such a vast and magnificent literary project, and no one had ever made a writer's vitality rise at the last moment of his life with a super will.
Until the end of his life, the melody of Balzac's destiny was always a ensemble. His dreams only live in books, and he can never enter the vivid real life. After a thousand times more hardship, made desperate sacrifices, with fiery expectations, with infinite longing, he finally lived in the house on the Avenue of Happiness in Paris, planning for "twenty-five years" with his wife, Miss Count Erceuska, and writing more than fifty new works after completing "The Comedy of Man".
However, fate cruelly rejected him, and he was blind and could no longer read the writings. Late on the night of August 18, 1850, Balzac walked to the end of his life and left the world with regret. He was accompanied only by Anne Charlotte, who had given him a lifetime of pain and helped his mother all his life. Madame de Balzac was asleep in the next room. The end of life is sentimental.
The Paris Père Lachaise Cemetery became the resting place of Balzac, a place that Balzac has always loved. Once, his Rastineck looked at the whole city from here and declared war on the whole of Paris. This was Balzac's last destination on earth, and only here could he find peace, and there would be no more creditors to harass him.
Balzac's tombstone
Friend Victor Hugo wrote a funeral speech to the tomb, of course, only he deserves the dignity and grandeur of this moment!
"Gentlemen, the man who is now buried in the grave, mourn him with all the nation. For us, all fiction is gone. From now on, it will not be rulers but thinkers who will be looked upon. A thinker no longer existed, and the whole country was shocked. Today, the people mourn the death of a genius, and the country mourns the death of a genius.
Gentlemen, the name Balzac will remain in our time and will be passed on to the glorious deeds of future generations. Mr. Balzac belongs to the list of powerful writers after Napoleon in the 19th century. Just as in the 17th century a group of prominent writers emerged after Richelieu—just as in the development of civilization a law emerged that prompted the emergence of spiritual rulers after the rulers of force.
Among the greatest men, Balzac is at the top; among the best, Balzac is one of the best. He was brilliant and perfect, but his achievements were not what he said right now. All his works form only a book, a living, bright, profound book. Here we see the direction of our entire modern civilization with the horror and horror that we cannot say and that is mixed with reality. A great book, which he inscribed "Comedy", is in fact titled "History" and nothing, there are all forms and all styles here, beyond Tacitus, up to Sueton, beyond Bormascher, to Rabelais; a book that is both observation and imagination, where there is a great deal of truth, graciousness, homeliness, triviality, vulgarity. Sometimes, however, by suddenly tearing through the surface and fully revealing all kinds of realities, one immediately sees the most gloomy and tragic ideals.
Willing or unwilling, agreed or disagreed, the author of this vast and peculiar work unconsciously joined the ranks of revolutionary writers. Balzac ran straight to the target, seizing on modern society for hand-to-hand combat. He pulled something from all sides, there were illusions, there was hope, there were shouts, there were false masks. He digs into his heart and dissects passion. He explores the abyss of man, soul, heart, gut, mind, and individual man. Because of his gift for freedom and strong nature, because of his ingenuity of our time, Balzac, through the revolution, saw more of what is the end of mankind and what is unintentional. So with a smile on his face, he calmly conducted a daunting study, but still with ease. His research is not as melancholy as Molière's, nor as cynical as Rousseau's.
That's his job among us. This is the work he left us, the sublime and solid work, the majestic monument piled up in the diamond rock formations! From now on, his fame shines at the top of his work. The great men built pedestals for themselves, in order to take responsibility for the placement of statues.
His death stunned Paris. He had been back to France for a few months. He felt that he would soon die, and he wanted to see his country again, just like a person hugging his mother before going out on a long journey.
His life was short, yet full, and his works were more than years.
alas! This astonishing and indefatigable writer, this philosopher, this thinker, this poet, this genius, during his sojourn in this world with us, has experienced a life full of storms and struggles, which is the common destiny of all great men. Today, he rests in peace, he comes out of conflict and hatred. On the day he entered the tomb, he also entered the palace of honor. From now on, together with the stars of the motherland, he will shine above us in the clouds.
Gentlemen standing here, don't you envy him in your hearts?
Gentlemen, in the face of such a loss, no matter how much we grieve, let us endure such a great blow. No matter how sad the blow is, no matter how serious it is, let's accept it first. In an age like ours, the death of a great man from time to time shakes religion among those who are suspicious and tormented by skepticism. This may be a good thing, it may be necessary. Heaven knows what it does when it confronts the people with the noble mysteries and thinks about death; death is great equality and great freedom.
God knows what he is doing, because this is the highest lesson. When a noble heroic spirit solemnly enters another world; when a man opens his visible and genius wings and flies over the masses for a long time, suddenly unfolds his other, invisible wings and disappears into the unknown. Our hearts can only be filled with seriousness and sincerity.
No, that's not the land of the unknown! I have said it on another sad occasion, and I will never tire of saying it again – it is not night, but light! It's not the end, it's the beginning! This is not nothingness, but eternity! Am I not telling the truth, gentlemen who are listening to me? Such a tomb is a testament to immortality! In the face of some famous and long-dead figures, people feel more clearly the sacred mission of this wise man, who has experienced the world for suffering and purification, and everyone calls him the great husband. And I thought to myself, all geniuses before they die, it is impossible not to become a soul after death! "
Balzac did not hear the eulogy for him. From the Lachaise Cemetery, the protagonists of Balzac's novels conquered the city of Paris, conquered France, conquered all of Europe, and even conquered the whole world. Balzac finally realized the great ideal of conquering the world with his pen.
The chapter about Balzac in the Three Masters is just a story of Balzac. Zweig officially published the outline of Balzac's biography in 1946. The five-hundred-page biography of Balzac, a monumental work by Emperor Barzac, is a masterpiece by S. Balzac. Zweig's lifelong research on Balzac's painstaking efforts has undoubtedly become the first choice for basic or extended reading.