La Comedie Humaine of Honore de Balzac

La Comedie Humaine of Honore de Balzac

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...such moments, dear angel, a woman would doubt my love, --at least, she well might do so. Sometimes capricious, often ailing or sad herself, she would need the caressing treasures of a man's tenderness, and I should have none to give her. Pauline, it shames me to tell you that I might weep with you at such times, but support you with a smile, --never! Yet a woman would find strength in love to hide her pains. For her child, as for him she loves, she smiles and suffers. Can it be, my Pauline, that even for your sake I am unable to imitate a woman in her supremest delicacy? I doubt myself since yesterday. I have hurt you; I have failed to comprehend you. I tremble lest I be dragged again and yet again, by my fatal demon, beyond the boundaries of our good sphere. Were I to have many such fearful moments, were my boundless love unable to redeem the evil hours of my life, were I destined to continue such as I am now--ah, torturing thoughts! power is a fatal gift, if that which I feel within me is power indeed. Pauline, leave me, go from me, abandon me! I would rather suffer all the woes of life than bear the agony of knowing that you suffer through me. But perhaps the demon gains empire over my soul because, as yet, no white and gentle hands have been beside me to repulse him. Never has woman shed her balm of consolation upon my wounds, and I know not whether in such moments of lassitude love may not spread her wings above my head, and pour into my heart some superhuman force. Perhaps this cruel melancholy is the fruit of my solitude, the sufferings of an abandoned soul which moans and pays for joy with untold sufferings. To easy pleasures, easy pains; to infinite joys, unheard-of anguish. What a sentence on mankind! If it be so, ought we not to...show more

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  • Paperback | 134 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 254g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236796233
  • 9781236796233