Who soiled love Vinlororo
Like the question "Who stole my cheese?" the question, most intuitively given to me by the nearly two hundred thousand words of The Elderly Man, "Who soiled love?" The most intuitive question I was given was "Who soiled love? What seems to be a simple five-word question becomes clearer and clearer as the two parallel and intersecting stories of the old man and young Rustigne unfold, and become more and more serious in the alternating arenas of the shabby apartment and the luxurious aristocratic salon.
It takes courage to read Balzac's writing for those accustomed to warmongering. His realist writing style always instructs the pen to step through the protective net of warmth, and do the law court of face-to-face revelation. The city of Paris from the end of 1819 to the beginning of 1820, which is attached to "The Elderly", gradually overturns the romantic impression of modern Paris, and exposes the moral degradation of the bourgeoisie and the callousness of the people under the domination of money during the period of social change (the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty). No matter in that country of the world, the social change must bring the vibration of delay always can social relations in all corners, love is always in the social need to save the time to be repeatedly mentioned, but it is in the period of change in the clearest coordinates.
First, the love of family: shrewd businessman, father's obsession.
Old man Gao Rio, a shrewd businessman who became a tycoon during the Revolutionary period by relying on the famine, was obsessed with putting his love for his late wife and two daughters boldly above money in the turbulent times, but the two daughters, who had been fed by money since childhood, grew up and were still given a high dowry by the old man to bring them into the upper class, and got the name of the one who was obeyed by the people. However, the old man began to gradually get money and fame revenge, the two daughters ignored his father's love, just still do not give up in the name of compassion to the increasingly poor father's arms to scavenge for money.
The death of Gao Lao is the climax of this family scandal coming, so that Gao Lao obsessed with the love of his daughter's faith frozen. Before his death, Gao Lao bleakly said, "Money can buy everything, buy a daughter." Suddenly, one is reminded of Don Quixote, who, on the eve of his soul's extinction, uses almost all his strength to overthrow his own simple beliefs, hoping that it is the comfort that can truly save him. The difference is that Don Quixote in his own initiative to "confuse" the times, while the old man is passive to let the times interrupt the inappropriate stay.
He is a bourgeois explorer, who understands the laws of capitalist economy and has a way of making money; he is a "fatherly Christ", who dotes on his wife and children infinitely. With money as the basis and means to satisfy all their desires. However, he cultivates their selfish and self-interested outlook on life. In the end, he becomes a victim of the father's love; he is a victim of the money relationship. The unity of the perpetrator and the victim, well versed in the rules of economics but ignorant of the philosophy of life.
As a typical tragedy of fatherly love, we analyze it objectively, but also y shocked in this serious imbalance between pay and return,
Maybe the way of paying for affection is inappropriate, but love is true, and parenting from childhood is true. Regardless of how society changes, a person who does not even care about family is not able to get the respect and trust of other people. Parents are not symbols of money and names, but a harbor that can never be abandoned.
Second, the love of love: love is favorable, ruthless and reasonable.
Love is a topic that can never be abandoned, whether it is celebrated or reviled.
Love is complex in The Elderly, and all the wonderful words in the fog are calculations of interests. The Marquis d'Aqouda abandons his longtime mistress for a dowry of 200,000 francs; the Count of Riesdo seizes his wife's weaknesses and misappropriates her property; and the banker Neukirchen is so naughty that he promises to set his wife free, but to control her property as a means of getting her out of the way. The banker Neukirchengen is so nasty as to promise his wife "freedom" in exchange for control of her property. Because of the covetousness of the old man's property, Mrs. Vogel is dressed up and pretended to be charming.
Rastigny, a provincial, raggedy nobleman, is trained from ignorance to choice to familiarity on the battlefield of false love, and becomes the reference point for the discussion of love throughout the book. The sharp contrast between the rich and the poor that he feels in his heart makes him find a distant relative, Madame de Beauchene, in his family tree as an introducer to the high society that he can climb up to. However, the nobility of the family tree can only help him to enter the high society, but not help him to take root in the high society. Saddened by her own failure, Madame de Beauchene replicates her own experience by telling Rustigne about the so-called quick-fix method of false love to woo the banker's wife, Danfina, whom she has always scorned. She gives the fledgling Rastigne her first lesson in enlightenment, "What really rules this society is money."
Then, as the symbolic demonic teacher, Voltron, a fugitive from hard labor who sees society for what it is, encourages Lustigne to woo the daughter of the banker Thaiphan, who has been thrown out of her house, and who sends for her brother to be killed, so that Lustigne can be given the dowry of a million francs by Mademoiselle Thaiphan, from which Voltron takes a 200,000-franc payoff.
The beauty of love becomes transparent and powerless in this tug-of-war of interests, and money becomes the paving stone of the so-called love relationship, the springboard of poverty and anonymity. In such a flood of love, which is all about winning, losing and calculating, the one who believes that the other person is immersed in unrealistic words and planned actions is bound to lose. Madame de Beaucheon's lover, "one of the most famous and richest Portuguese noblemen", abandons her and marries a bourgeois lady, Rochefort, for the sake of a dowry of 200,000 francs of interest. This heavy blow forced Mrs. Bauchéon, with tears in her eyes, to burn her love letters, withdraw from society and live in seclusion in the countryside. In a love that most people recognize, the haughty aristocratic leader ends up losing miserably to the bourgeois lady she despises and disdains.
Behind the love is the change of time and class, the historical trend of the feudal aristocracy's power gained and lost, flourishing and declining; the bourgeoisie's rise to power and the development of the times. Calculation in love can not become the weight of happiness, but only make people lose the real soul they should have. The love in the book makes people feel terrible, but still believe that there is that poison can not penetrate the barren corner of the quiet together.
Third, the love of mankind: each sweep the snow in front of the door, recognize the money does not recognize people.
In Paris, where extreme egoism has overwhelmed all moral principles, the scandalous dramas revolving around money, both in high society and in the lower apartments, are endless. For the sake of 3,000 francs, Mignonneau and Poincaré became official spies and poisoned Vautrin, who, for the sake of 200,000 francs, set up a trap and killed Théophane's only son. With the degree of possession of money, the old man has experienced the human treatment of ice and fire since the special privilege of staying in Vogel's apartment to the unattended one before his dying breath.
When you can't even count on family and love, human kindness is even more meager. But can selfishly escape from affection and love, but can never escape and people get along, money naked, people's mouth is also clear terrible. Regardless of the prestige of the mansion or the poor and bleak inn, the same filled with gold worship, the same existence of despicable and shameless. Human faces morph into capitalized money symbols, and everyone who comes and goes looks at the amounts on them with varying degrees of expression. Affordability becomes a word that must be learned, and neglect hurts more than contempt. In a society where money is paramount, favors can also be calculated in value.
Who soiled love? You can't find a specific murderer in "Gao Lao Tou", but everyone is a suspect.
In that particular time and space, the ending of the old man's certain death will continue to be staged now; how many Rastignies stepped into the beginning of the undeserved under the instigation of the devil; and who is living in the small cleverness and greed under the smugness. This is a more difficult question to answer than "Who has soiled love?" It is a more difficult question to answer.
2Notre Dame de Paris
The Bells of Notre Dame de Paris by: Lai Pan
The weather in the late spring is languid, especially at night, when the lights are so dismal that you don't speak to a single one, choosing to remain silent - an atmosphere that makes you feel more or less sleepy. If at this moment the bells suddenly ring in your ears, somber and mellow, meticulously peeling back the night to come knocking at your soul, what would you think of?
I imagined in the darkness of the night, with trembling fingers to pluck through the heavy fog, through the thick night, to reach the fifteenth century Paris. Standing before me was a huge Gothic building with tall towers piercing into the firmament. Crawling at the feet of the giant, I was but a humble ant. She is the world-famous Notre Dame de Paris, a huge symphony of magnificent stone.
Thousands of years, the Seine River from her side of the quiet winding however, day and night, washing the dust of history; and she also forehead covered with the vicissitudes of the world, read the world of changes in the wind and clouds, not moving.
For many people who have not been to Paris, she is more often a book title and a painful story. Her name is closely linked to Hugo, the great 19th century French poet, novelist, literary critic and political commentator, the innovator of poetry, the creator of Romantic theater, with his own wisdom and heart and soul, for a piece of lifeless, cold stone injected with blood and soul, the achievement of her rich and wonderful. They seem like a pair of lovers.
Hugo once said in the preface to "Notre Dame de Paris", several years ago, he was visiting her, in a dark corner of a spire clock tower, found the hand-carved words on the wall: ANARKH. These several capital letters of the Greek alphabet, eroded over the years, dark, y embedded in the stone, the symbols that are difficult to depict, especially the meaning of fatalism and misery that is embedded in the y shocked his mind.
He thought left and right, this suffering soul is who, must put this evil brand, or the brand of this disaster in the forehead of this ancient church can not, otherwise refused to leave the earth. After the visit, the wall was whitewashed and scraped, and the mysterious handwriting inscribed on the shadowy bell tower of Notre Dame died out, and is now gone, and the unknown destiny, which its tearful words summarize, has also vanished. The person who wrote the words on the wall, along with the words, have disappeared from the earth.
In those days there were open-air cafes in front of Notre Dame, where he drank workman's coffee, strong flavors, and sat there until the sun set, watching the colors of the evening sun evenly paint the white stone walls of Notre Dame. I imagine that Hugo, with what kind of unseen state of mind, wandering day and night in the front wall of Notre Dame under the huge shadow, listening to the bell tower came from the sound of the bell, gently caressing that a fast by the years carved on the destiny of the stone, the mysterious text on the bell tower could not help but jump into the mind, his heart slowly rose a sublime and painful feelings, and began to conceptualize a sweeping tale.
Gravois Square, the beautiful and kind Gypsy wandering girl Esmeralda danced, followed by the beautiful and clever Gary; the ugly and deformed body of Quasimodo, the bell ringer, jumped back and forth on the belfry, emitting a monstrous snarl; the priest's somber shadow ghost-like, thick and muggy, lending a black coat that flickered more than once within the courtyard wall at the top of the belfry. ......
Those stones must remember, to this day, when he sighed y and compassionately, and his blazing fingers, as if a burning flame, perceived the course of his agonizing groping for the heart of humanity.
Notre Dame is topped by two bell towers, with the huge bell in the south tower weighing thirteen tons. Quasimodo was once the bell player here. Those bells were the only light that penetrated the soul of this deaf and one-eyed man. He loved them, he talked to them, he understood them, he enjoyed his unique pleasure. He makes this mysterious church flow with a special kind of vitality.
At the top of the bell tower, far away from the world and close to heaven, is the sublime and holy world that belongs to Quasimodo, but also the world of loneliness and despair. That day, he looked out from here, the dense houses of Paris were cut by the streets and alleys. The cool dawn wind blew over, and it seemed that even the clock tower was shivering.
On the Place de Greve, there were seething crowds, a mighty king, domineering soldiers, and, of course, tough executioners and beautiful gallows. Everyone stretched their necks like they were expecting a great show.
The noose bit into her neck, and like an innocent butterfly, her weak wings twitched a few times before she finally stopped moving on the spider's web. Her white skirts scattered in the wind, just as the sun was rising.
Esmeralda died. Dead in the square where she had danced, dead in the square where she had held water for Quasimodo to drink.
The eye at the top of the tower quietly shed a tear, the one eye that had only shed a tear once. The one that eventually wrapped its arms around the one it loved and died, turning to dust that would never part. The bells echoed with the kindness that cruelty buries.
Not everything in all creation is humanly beautiful, ugliness is next to beauty, deformity is close to grace, ugliness and monstrosity hide behind the sublime, beauty and evil coexist, light and darkness ****, Hugo said.
Birth, destruction, reconstruction, a thousand years of wind and clouds. Today, the bells still ring and Mass is still celebrated. During the day, people go in, isolated, leaving the secular world behind for a while. On the forehead of the point of holy water, in front of the chest crossed the cross, in front of the altar lit candles, and then sit quietly, get spiritual comfort, inner sublimation. Notre Dame de Paris is still Notre Dame de Paris.
The windows on the Champs Elysées, colorful, conveying the most cutting-edge fashion concepts from the world, but it is not Paris; quietly flowing Seine River, speechless witness to the changes in history, it is not Paris; large and small, all over the streets of the coffee house, the fragrance of the French style of idleness, warmth and romance, it is not Paris. Paris, is the immortal bells of Notre Dame.
Such an unforgettable night, Notre Dame, the last bells for me to send off, it seems that everything has been predestined.
3 Eugénie Grande
The tragedy of everyday life by Hoyo Hey
It is said that Eugénie Grande is just a common story of a woman in love and a man in love with her, and the great achievement of the novel is that it only gives the typical "bourgeoisie in ascendance" a vivid and vivid "miser". The great achievement of the novel lies only in the vivid portrayal of a typical "miser" of the "rising bourgeoisie": Balzac's portrayal of him is at least as good as, if not better than, that of the previous Abbé Gon?alves. And our poor Ms. Eugenie, in addition to the book suffered Char's betrayal, but also outside the book was misunderstood: "the young hero is not the first protagonist of the work".
Many people completely miss the point: if Balzac only wanted to portray a miser, why did he name his work after Eugénie Grandet, the daughter of the old Grandet? Why not just name it Old Grange?
Let's take a look at Balzac's own understanding of his work: an ordinary tragedy without poison, without sharp knives, without bloodshed. This work is a tragedy, and the hero of the tragedy is Eugénie! There is no tragedy in old Groucho; for such an asset animal, tragedy does not belong to him. His life was a comedy. Balzac gave Old Grange only a caricature, as Gogol gave his characters. Tragedy belongs to Eugénie, and Eugénie, not Old Grange, is the heart and achievement of this work.
What is ordinary tragedy? My own reference is to everyday tragedy. Ordinary or everyday, it denotes the universality, the repetitiveness of this kind of tragedy. It's repeated, and it starts and ends silently all around us. It is so everyday that people don't think about it, and thus the kind of understanding that has been mentioned at the beginning of the article.
"Mr. De Pontfon went away. Auyelette collapsed into her armchair in tears. It was all over." These two lines are the culmination of the whole tragedy. The work is divided into three parts according to them.
The first part, which can be seen as a preparation for the climax, is 97% of the work. The greedy, shameless life of the miser Old Grange, the arrival, departure and betrayal of Eugénie's first love, Charles, and the death of Eugénie's mother all take place in the first part of the novel. Eugénie's innocence and kindness are shown in this part. Old Grange's greed is actually something that we come to realize along with the awakening of Eugénie's heart. The love affair with the Shire awakens the heart and eyes of Ouyenne, and it is here that she first feels her father's stoicism and lack of human kindness. It is here that Eugénie begins to differentiate herself from her mother and to face her father with courage. She begins to have the courage to confront her father and she gains her own understanding and perspective. In essence, through love, Oyeni makes herself an adult. It is in growing up with Eugénie that the reader deepens his understanding of the nature of Old Grange, while appreciating her noble and simple feelings. When Eugénie fights with her father for the sake of her lover's dresser, the expression of Eugénie's feelings and the portrayal of Old Grande's nature of heart culminate in this confrontation. As for the detail of the gilded cross, which was much talked about later, it can only be said to be an interesting little embellishment.
Eugenie grows up with love and suffers for it. Her first love turns out to be the source of her depression. She gave her whole heart to Char, but Char betrayed her! The dressing box for which she had almost died, Char asked her to hand it over to the stagecoach to be mailed with full concern. Char decides to sacrifice his first love with Eugénie for the sake of his aristocratic name, his own ambition and vanity. The ship of love sank, leaving not a rope, not a plank on the sea of hope.
Mr. De Pontfon went away with 1.5 million francs of Eugénie to redeem the account for the ambitious. This is Auyeyenne's last gift.
Auyelette collapses in her armchair in tears. It was all over. The thing for which she had worked so hard was gone, the love that had sustained her life was disillusioned. The poor girl. This night must be the darkest night of her life. She wept like a pig. No one, no words could give her comfort at this moment, nor could God hold this so sad girl at this moment. For thirty years she had not tasted a single joy in life. Her bleak and dismal childhood had been spent by the side of an unappreciative, humiliated, and eternally miserable mother. She had left Oyeni with a little guilt and eternal regret. The only love she had ever known caused her pain again. After that night had passed, Oyeni was dead, the heart that beat only for warm feelings lost forever.
The story that followed was just a dead man's story.
PS Book by recommendation, text by reference.