As for politics, a dead calm. The Bazaine trial is ancient history.
Nothing shows better the contemporary demoralization than the pardon granted to this wretched creature! Besides, the right of pardon if one departs from theology is a denial of justice. By what right can a man prevent the accomplishment of the law?
The Bonapartists should have let this alone; but not at all: they defended him bitterly, out of hatred for the 4th of September. Why do all the parties regard themselves as having joint interests with the rascals who exploit them? It is because all parties are execrable, imbecile, unjust, blind! An example: the history of Azor (what a name!). He robbed the ecclesiastics. Never mind! the clericals consider themselves attacked.
As regards the church. I have read in full (which I never did before) Lamennais" Essai sur l"indifference. I know now, and thoroughly, all the great buffoons who had a disastrous influence on the XIXth century. To establish common sense or the prevailing mode and custom as the criterion of cert.i.tude, that is preparing the way for universal suffrage, which is, to my way of thinking, the shame of human kind.
I have just read also, la Chretienne by the Abbe Bautain. A curious book for a novelist. It smacks of its period of modern Paris. I gulped a volume by Garcin de Ta.s.sy on Hindustani literature, to get clean. One can breathe, at least, in that.
You see that your Father Cruchard is not entirely stupefied by the theatre. However, I haven"t anything to complain of in the Vaudeville. Everyone there is polite and exact! How different from the Odeon!
Our friend Chennevieres is now our superior, since the theatres are in his division. The theatrical people are enchanted.
I see the Muscovite every Sunday. He is very well and like him better and better.
Saint-Antoine will be in galley proof at the end of January.
Adieu, dear master! When shall we meet? Nohant is very far away! and I am going to be, all this winter, very busy.
CCLXVII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT January, 1874
I am seized with a headache, but, although perfectly imbecile, I want to embrace you and thank you for having written to me on New Year"s day. All Nohant loves you and smacks you, as they say in the country.
We wish you a magnificent success and we are glad that it is not to be at the cost of annoyances. However, that is hardly the way of the actors whom I have known, and at the Vaudeville I have found only those who were good natured. Have you a part for my friend Parade?
And for Saint-Germain, who seemed to you idiotic one day when perhaps he had lunched too well, but who nevertheless is a fine addlepate, full of sympathy and spirit. And with real talent!
I am not reading all these horrid things that you feed on so as to sense better apparently the good things with which you sandwich them. I have stopped laughing at human folly, I flee it and try to forget it. As for admiration, I am always ready, it is the healthiest regime by far, and too, I am glad to know that I shall soon read Saint-Antoine again.
Keep in touch with your play and don"t get ill this hateful winter.
Your old troubadour who loves you.
G. Sand
CCLXVIII. TO GEORGE SAND Sat.u.r.day evening, 7th February, 1874
I have at last a moment to myself, dear master; now let us talk a little.
I knew through Tourgueneff that you were doing very well. That is the main thing. Now I am going lo give you some news about that excellent Father Cruchard.
Yesterday I signed the final proof for Saint-Antoine. ...But the aforesaid old book will not be published until the first of April (like an April fool trick?) because of the translations. It is finished, I am not thinking any more about it! Saint-Antoine is relegated, as far as I am concerned, to the condition of a memory!
However I do not conceal from you that I had a moment of great sadness when I looked at the first proof. It is hard to separate oneself from an old companion!
As for le Candidat, it will be played, I think, between the 2oth and the 25th of this month. As that play gave me very little trouble and as I do not attach great importance to it, I am rather calm about the results of it.
Carvalho"s leaving irritated and disturbed me for several days. But his successor Cormon is full of zeal. Up to now I have nothing but praise for him, as for all the others in fact. The people at the Vaudeville are charming. Your old troubadour, whom you picture agitated and always angry, is gentle as a lamb and even good natured! First I made all the changes that THEY wanted, and then THEY put back the original text. But of my own accord I have cut out what seemed to me too long, and it goes well, very well. Delannoy and Saint-Germain have excellent wigs and play like angels. I think it will be all right.
One thing vexes me. The censorship has ruined the role of a little legitimist ragam.u.f.fin, so that the play, conceived in the spirit of strict unpartisanship, has now to flatter the reactionaries: a result that distresses me. For I don"t want to please the political pa.s.sions of anyone, no matter who it may be, having, as you know, an essential hatred of all dogmatism, of all parties.
Well, the good Alexander Dumas has made the plunge! Here he is an Academician! I think him very modest. He must be to think himself honored by honors.
CCLXIX. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 15 February, 1874
Everything is going well, and you are satisfied, my troubadour. Then we are happy here over your satisfaction and we are praying for success, and we are waiting impatiently Saint-Antoine so as to read it again. Maurice has had a cold which attacks him every other day.
Lina and I are well, little girls superlatively so. Aurore learns everything with admirable facility and docility; that child is my life and ideal. I no longer enjoy anything except her progress. All my past, all that I have been able to acquire or to produce, has no value in my eyes unless it can profit her. If a certain portion of intelligence and goodness was granted to me, it is so that she may have a greater share. You have no children, be therefore a litterateur, an artist, a master; that is logical, that is your compensation, your happiness, and your strength. And do tell us that you are getting on, that seems to us the main thing in life.--And keep well, I think that these rehearsals which make you go to and fro are good for you.
We all embrace you fondly.
G. Sand
CCLXX. TO GEORGE SAND Sat.u.r.day evening, 28 February, 1874
Dear master,
The first performance of le Candidat is set for next Friday, unless it is Sat.u.r.day, or perhaps Monday the 9th? It has been postponed by Delannoy"s illness and by l"Oncle Sam, for we had to wait until the said Sam had come down to under fifteen hundred francs.
I think that my play will be very well given, that is all. For I have no idea about the rest of it, and I am very calm about the result, a state of indifference that surprises me greatly. If I were not hara.s.sed by people who ask me for seats, I should forget absolutely that I am soon to appear on the boards, and to expose myself, in spite of my great age, to the derision of the populace.
Is it stoicism or fatigue?
I have been having and still have the grippe, the result of it for your Cruchard, is a general la.s.situde accompanied by a violent (or rather a profound) melancholy. While spitting and coughing beside my fire, I muse over my youth. I dream of all my dead friends, I wallow in blackness! Is it the result of a too great activity for the past eight months, or the radical absence of the feminine element in my life? But I have never felt more abandoned, more empty, more bruised. What you said to me (in your last letter) about your dear little girls moved me to the depths of my soul! Why haven"t I that?
I was born with all the affections, however! But one does not make one"s destiny, one submits to it. I was cowardly in my youth, I had a fear of life! One pays for everything.
Let us speak of other things, it will be gayer.
H. M. the Emperor of all the Russias does not like the Muses. The censorship of the "autocrat of the north" had formally forbidden the transportation of Saint-Antoine, and the proofs were returned me from Saint Petersburg, last Sunday; the French edition even will be prohibited. That is quite a serious money loss to me. It would have taken very little for the French censorship to forbid my play. Our friend Chennevieres gave me a good boost. Except for him I should not be played. Cruchard does not please the temporal powers. Isn"t it funny, this simple hatred of authority, of all government whatever, for art!
I am reading now books on hygiene. Oh! but they are comic! What a.s.surance physicians have! what effrontery! what a.s.ses for the most part! I have just finished the Gaule poetique of Marchangy (the enemy of Beranger). This book gave me hysterics.
So as to retemper myself in something stronger, I reread the great, the most holy, the incomparable Aristophanes. There is a man, that fellow! What a world in which such work were produced!
CCLXXI. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, March, 1874
Our two little girls cruelly ill with the grippe have taken up all my time, but I am following, in the papers, the course of your play.
I would go to applaud it, my cherished Cruchard, if I could leave these dear little invalids. So it is on Wednesday that they are going to judge it. The jury may be good or stupid, one never knows!
I have started grubbing again after having rested from the long and successful novel published by the Revue. I shall send it to you when it is published in book form.
Don"t you delay to give me the news on Thursday, I don"t need to tell you that success and the lack of it prove nothing, and that it is a ticket in a lottery. It is agreeable to succeed; to a philosophical spirit it ought not to be very distressing to fail. As for me, without knowing the play, I predict a success on the first day. As for its continuance, that is always unknown and unforeseen from day to day.
We all embrace you very affectionately.