Gaston de Latour: An Unfinished Romance

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Macmillan, 1920 - 161 pages
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Page 103 - ... manner," prose will shine with the lustre, vigour and boldness, with "the fury" of poetry. And as to "affairs,"— how spasmodic the mixture, collision or coincidence, of the mechanic succession of things with men's volition! Mere rumour, so large a factor in events, — who could trace out its ways? Various events (he was never tired of illustrating the fact) "followed from the same counsel." Fortune, chance, that is to say, the incalculable contribution of mere matter to man, "would still be...
Page 103 - ... tis the work of the judgment to take the way that seems best, and of a thousand paths, to determine that this or that is the best. I leave the choice of my arguments to fortune, and take that she first presents to me; they are all alike to me, I never design to go through any of them; for I never see all of anything: neither do they who so largely promise to show it to others. Of a hundred members and faces that everything has, I take one...
Page 111 - I always travel by night, from sunset to sunrise. — I am betimes sensible of the little breezes that begin to sing and whistle in the shrouds, the forerunners of the storm. — When I walk- alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts are for a while taken up with foreign occurrences, I some part of the time call them back again to my walk, to the orchard, to the sweetness of the solitude, and to myself. — There is nothing in us either purely corporeal or purely spiritual. 'Tis an inhuman wisdom...
Page 96 - ... who could do no better than kill himself"; the grief, the joy, of which men suddenly die; the unconscious Stoicism of the poor; that stern self-control with which Jacques Bonhomme goes as usual to his daily labour with a heart tragic for the dead child at home; nay! even the boldness and strength of "those citizens who sacrifice honour and conscience, as others of old sacrificed their lives, for the good of their country.
Page 9 - Mirabilia testimonia tua ! In psalm and antiphon, inexhaustibly fresh, the soul seemed to be taking refuge, at that undevout hour, from the sordid languor and the mean business of men's lives, in contemplation of the unfaltering vigour of the divine righteousness, which had still those who sought it, not only watchful in the night but alert in the drowsy afternoon.
Page 142 - ... relation to the production of things as the human intelligence to the production of true thoughts concerning them. Nay ! those thoughts are themselves actually God in man : a loan to man also of His assisting Spirit, who, in truth, is the Creator of things, in and by His contemplation of them. For Him, as for man in proportion as man thinks truly, thought and being are identical, and things existent only in so far as they are known.
Page 52 - Juliet, the travail of -^Eneas, beside quite recent things felt or done - stories which, floating to us on the light current of to-day's conversation, leave the soul in a flutter ! At best, poetry of the past could move one with no more directness than the beautiful faces of antiquity which are not here for us to see and unaffectedly love them. Gaston's demand (his youth only conforming to pattern therein) was for a poetry, as veritable, as intimately near, as corporeal, as the new faces of the hour,...
Page 152 - of Dominic. God the Spirit had made all things indifferently, with a largeness, a beneficence, impiously belied by any theory of restrictions, distinctions, of absolute limitation. Touch ! see ! listen ! eat freely of all the trees of the garden of Paradise, with the voice of the Lord God literally everywhere ! — here was the final counsel of perfection.
Page 12 - Weise darzustellen: >The prospect from their cheerful, unenclosed road, like a white scarf flung across the land, as the party returned home in the late August afternoon, was clear and dry and distant. The great barns at the wayside had their doors thrown back, displaying the dark, cool space within. The farmsteads seemed almost tenantless, the villagers being still at work over the immense harvest-field. Crazy bells startled them, striking out the hour from behind, over a deserted churchyard. Still...
Page 91 - SUSPENDED JUDGMENT THE diversity, the undulancy, of human nature! — so deep a sense of it went with Montaigne always that himself too seemed to be ever changing colour sympathetically therewith. Those innumerable differences, mental and physical, of which men had always been aware, on which they had so largely fed their vanity, were ultimate. That the surface of humanity presented an infinite variety was the tritest of facts. Pursue that variety below the surface! — the lines did but part further...

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