The comment about novels gets a laugh. "Yes, I've not yet given up on your capacity for appreciating the arts." As for the rest... Bahorel grins, all indecency. "When he died, the prostitutes of Paris held a holiday in his honor." Hey, that's interesting!
But surely not something Feuilly would care about. Alas. "--I don't know what you knew about him in our time. When I met him, he was a good bourgeois whose fight had all gone into his art and half-vanished there. Louis-Phillipe's pet poet, faugh-- well, that's one reason not to read the book, he goes on for pages about how the Pear isn't really that bad. Ridiculously obvious excuses for himself, there--huh, and for ' 48, too. Clearly, he came around a bit! But it's something to think we're best known in many worlds for a book written by a man who fought against the barricades then."
And congratulations, Feuilly, you've managed to steer a potentially rage-inducing discussion into the lands of mere amusing irritation!
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Date: 2015-08-23 11:05 pm (UTC)From:But surely not something Feuilly would care about. Alas. "--I don't know what you knew about him in our time. When I met him, he was a good bourgeois whose fight had all gone into his art and half-vanished there. Louis-Phillipe's pet poet, faugh-- well, that's one reason not to read the book, he goes on for pages about how the Pear isn't really that bad. Ridiculously obvious excuses for himself, there--huh, and for ' 48, too. Clearly, he came around a bit! But it's something to think we're best known in many worlds for a book written by a man who fought against the barricades then."
And congratulations, Feuilly, you've managed to steer a potentially rage-inducing discussion into the lands of mere amusing irritation!