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Honoré de Balzac
9,583 books4,411 followersFrench writer Honoré de Balzac (born Honoré Balzac), a founder of the realist school of fiction, portrayed the panorama of society in a body of works, known collectively as
La comédie humaine
.
Honoré de Balzac authored 19th-century novels and plays. After the fall of Napoléon in 1815, his magnum opus, a sequence of almost a hundred novels and plays, entitled, presents life in the years.
Due to keen observation of fine detail and unfiltered representation, European literature regards Balzac. He features renowned multifaceted, even complex, morally ambiguous, full lesser characters. Character well imbues inanimate objects; the city of Paris, a backdrop, takes on many qualities. He influenced many famous authors, including the novelists Marcel Proust, Émile Zola, Charles John Huffam Dickens, Gustave Flaubert, Henry James, and Jack Kerouac as well as important philosophers, such as Friedrich Engels. Many works of Balzac, made into films, continue to inspire.
An enthusiastic reader and independent thinker as a child, Balzac adapted with trouble to the teaching style of his grammar. His willful nature caused trouble throughout his life and frustrated his ambitions to succeed in the world of business. Balzac finished, and people then apprenticed him as a legal clerk, but after wearying of banal routine, he turned his back on law. He attempted a publisher, printer, businessman, critic, and politician before and during his career. He failed in these efforts From his own experience, he reflects life difficulties and includes scenes.
Possibly due to his intense schedule and from health problems, Balzac suffered throughout his life. Financial and personal drama often strained his relationship with his family, and he lost more than one friend over critical reviews. In 1850, he married Ewelina Hańska, his longtime paramour; five months later, he passed away.
Honoré de Balzac authored 19th-century novels and plays. After the fall of Napoléon in 1815, his magnum opus, a sequence of almost a hundred novels and plays, entitled, presents life in the years.
Due to keen observation of fine detail and unfiltered representation, European literature regards Balzac. He features renowned multifaceted, even complex, morally ambiguous, full lesser characters. Character well imbues inanimate objects; the city of Paris, a backdrop, takes on many qualities. He influenced many famous authors, including the novelists Marcel Proust, Émile Zola, Charles John Huffam Dickens, Gustave Flaubert, Henry James, and Jack Kerouac as well as important philosophers, such as Friedrich Engels. Many works of Balzac, made into films, continue to inspire.
An enthusiastic reader and independent thinker as a child, Balzac adapted with trouble to the teaching style of his grammar. His willful nature caused trouble throughout his life and frustrated his ambitions to succeed in the world of business. Balzac finished, and people then apprenticed him as a legal clerk, but after wearying of banal routine, he turned his back on law. He attempted a publisher, printer, businessman, critic, and politician before and during his career. He failed in these efforts From his own experience, he reflects life difficulties and includes scenes.
Possibly due to his intense schedule and from health problems, Balzac suffered throughout his life. Financial and personal drama often strained his relationship with his family, and he lost more than one friend over critical reviews. In 1850, he married Ewelina Hańska, his longtime paramour; five months later, he passed away.
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August 23, 2022
Balzac's "The High Constable's Wife" is a short "Droll story" about a husband being duped again.
Story in short - After her his wife call out a lover's name in her sleep, he looks to get revenge.
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THE HIGH CONSTABLE of Armagnac espoused from the desire of a great fortune, the Countess Bonne, who was already considerably enamoured of little Savoisy, son of the chamberlain to his majesty King Charles the Sixth. The constable was a rough warrior, miserable in appearance, tough in skin, thickly bearded, always uttering angry words, always busy hanging people, always in the sweat of battles, or thinking of other stratagems than those of love. Thus the good soldier, caring little to flavour the marriage stew, used his charming wife after the fashion of a man with more lofty ideas; of the which the ladies have a great horror, since they like not the joists of the bed to be the sole judges of their fondling and vigorous conduct. Now the lovely Countess, as soon as she was grafted on the constable, only nibbled more eagerly at the
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love with which her heart was laden for the aforesaid Savoisy, which that gentleman clearly perceived. Wishing both to study the same music, they would soon harmonise their fancies, and decipher the hieroglyphic; and this was a thing clearly demonstrated to the Queen Isabella, that Savoisy’s horses were oftener stabled at the house of her cousin of Armagnac than in the Hotel St. Pol, where the chamberlain lived, since the destruction of his residence, ordered by the university, as everyone knows.
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This discreet and wise princess, fearing in advance some unfortunate adventure for Bonne — the more so as the constable was as ready to brandish his broadsword as a priest to bestow benedictions — the said queen, as sharp as a dirk, said one day, while coming out from vespers, to her cousin, who was taking the holy water with Savoisy — “My dear, don’t you see some blood in that water?” “Bah!” said Savoisy to the queen. “Love likes blood, Madame.”
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CONSTABLE of Armagnac is an formidable man who is quite mean and after hearing his wife, Bonne saying another man's name in her sleep, he tells his servants to watch for any man coming to the castle and to kill him. When Bonne hears this from a dying maid, she is afraid for her lover Charles but has no way to communicate this, so she decides to find some innocent admirer to take his place. She finds one so devoted that she forgets about Charles, who is killed. When Armagnac shows his wife her lover's head, she tells him she has no lover, while her new lover is hidden away. He believes his wife but she loses her new lover to the Duchess who values the new lover and takes him for her own but he is soon killed by her husband.
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You know by constant experience, that in the early time of love each of two lovers is always in great fear of exposing the mystery of the heart, and as much from the flower of prudence as from the amusement yielded by the sweet tricks of gallantry they play at who can best conceal their thoughts, but one
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day of forgetfulness suffices to inter the whole virtuous past. The poor woman is taken in her joy as in a lasso; her sweetheart proclaims his presence, or sometimes his departure, by some article of clothing — a scarf, a spur, left by some fatal chance, and there comes a stroke of the dagger that severs the web so gallantly woven by their golden delights. But when one is full of days, he should not make a wry face at death, and the sword of a husband is a pleasant death for a gallant, if there be pleasant deaths. So may be
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will finish the merry amours of the constable’s wife. One morning Monsieur d’Armagnac having lots of leisure time in consequence of the flight of the Duke of Burgundy, who was quitting Lagny, thought he would go and wish his lady good day, and attempted to wake her up in a pleasant enough fashion, so that she should not be angry; but she sunk in the heavy slumbers of the morning, replied to the action — “Leave me alone, Charles!”
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“Oh, oh,” said the constable, hearing the name of a saint who was not one of his patrons, “I have a Charles on my head!” Then, without touching his wife, he jumped out of the bed, and ran upstairs with his face flaming and his sword drawn, to the place where slept the countess’s maid-servant, convinced that the said servant had a finger in the pie. “Ah, ah, wench of hell!” cried he, to commence the discharge of his passion, “say thy prayers, for I intend to kill thee instantly, because
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of the secret practices of Charles who comes here.” “Ah, Monseigneur,” replied the woman, “who told you that?” “Stand steady, that I may rip thee at one blow if you do not confess to me every assignation given, and in what manner they have been arranged. If thy tongue gets entangled, if thou falterest, I will pierce thee with my dagger!” “Pierce me through!” replied the girl; “you will learn nothing.” The constable, having taken this excellent reply amiss, ran her
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through on the spot, so mad was he with rage; and came back into his wife’s chamber and said to his groom, whom, awakened by the shrieks of the girl, he met upon the stairs, “Go upstairs; I’ve corrected Billette rather severely.” Before he reappeared in the presence of Bonne he went to fetch his son, who was sleeping like a child, and led him roughly into her room. The mother opened her eyes pretty widely, you may imagine — at the cries of her little one; and was greatly terrified at seeing him in the
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hands of her husband, who had his right hand all bloody, and cast a fierce glance on the mother and son. “What is the matter?” said she. “Madame,” asked the man of quick execution, “this child, is he the fruit of my loins, or those of Savoisy, your lover?” At this question Bonne turned pale, and sprang upon her son like a frightened frog leaping into the water. “Ah, he is really ours,” said she. “If you do not wish to see his head roll at your feet confess yourself to
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me, and no prevarication. You have given me a lieutenant.” “Indeed!” “Who is he?” “It is not Savoisy, and I will never say the name of a man that I don’t know.” Thereupon the constable rose, took his wife by the arm to cut her speech with a blow of the sword, but she, casting upon him an imperial glance, cried — “Kill me if you will, but touch me not.”
Story in short - After her his wife call out a lover's name in her sleep, he looks to get revenge.
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THE HIGH CONSTABLE of Armagnac espoused from the desire of a great fortune, the Countess Bonne, who was already considerably enamoured of little Savoisy, son of the chamberlain to his majesty King Charles the Sixth. The constable was a rough warrior, miserable in appearance, tough in skin, thickly bearded, always uttering angry words, always busy hanging people, always in the sweat of battles, or thinking of other stratagems than those of love. Thus the good soldier, caring little to flavour the marriage stew, used his charming wife after the fashion of a man with more lofty ideas; of the which the ladies have a great horror, since they like not the joists of the bed to be the sole judges of their fondling and vigorous conduct. Now the lovely Countess, as soon as she was grafted on the constable, only nibbled more eagerly at the
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love with which her heart was laden for the aforesaid Savoisy, which that gentleman clearly perceived. Wishing both to study the same music, they would soon harmonise their fancies, and decipher the hieroglyphic; and this was a thing clearly demonstrated to the Queen Isabella, that Savoisy’s horses were oftener stabled at the house of her cousin of Armagnac than in the Hotel St. Pol, where the chamberlain lived, since the destruction of his residence, ordered by the university, as everyone knows.
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This discreet and wise princess, fearing in advance some unfortunate adventure for Bonne — the more so as the constable was as ready to brandish his broadsword as a priest to bestow benedictions — the said queen, as sharp as a dirk, said one day, while coming out from vespers, to her cousin, who was taking the holy water with Savoisy — “My dear, don’t you see some blood in that water?” “Bah!” said Savoisy to the queen. “Love likes blood, Madame.”
❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌ spoiler alert
CONSTABLE of Armagnac is an formidable man who is quite mean and after hearing his wife, Bonne saying another man's name in her sleep, he tells his servants to watch for any man coming to the castle and to kill him. When Bonne hears this from a dying maid, she is afraid for her lover Charles but has no way to communicate this, so she decides to find some innocent admirer to take his place. She finds one so devoted that she forgets about Charles, who is killed. When Armagnac shows his wife her lover's head, she tells him she has no lover, while her new lover is hidden away. He believes his wife but she loses her new lover to the Duchess who values the new lover and takes him for her own but he is soon killed by her husband.
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 201442
You know by constant experience, that in the early time of love each of two lovers is always in great fear of exposing the mystery of the heart, and as much from the flower of prudence as from the amusement yielded by the sweet tricks of gallantry they play at who can best conceal their thoughts, but one
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 201444
day of forgetfulness suffices to inter the whole virtuous past. The poor woman is taken in her joy as in a lasso; her sweetheart proclaims his presence, or sometimes his departure, by some article of clothing — a scarf, a spur, left by some fatal chance, and there comes a stroke of the dagger that severs the web so gallantly woven by their golden delights. But when one is full of days, he should not make a wry face at death, and the sword of a husband is a pleasant death for a gallant, if there be pleasant deaths. So may be
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 201448
will finish the merry amours of the constable’s wife. One morning Monsieur d’Armagnac having lots of leisure time in consequence of the flight of the Duke of Burgundy, who was quitting Lagny, thought he would go and wish his lady good day, and attempted to wake her up in a pleasant enough fashion, so that she should not be angry; but she sunk in the heavy slumbers of the morning, replied to the action — “Leave me alone, Charles!”
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“Oh, oh,” said the constable, hearing the name of a saint who was not one of his patrons, “I have a Charles on my head!” Then, without touching his wife, he jumped out of the bed, and ran upstairs with his face flaming and his sword drawn, to the place where slept the countess’s maid-servant, convinced that the said servant had a finger in the pie. “Ah, ah, wench of hell!” cried he, to commence the discharge of his passion, “say thy prayers, for I intend to kill thee instantly, because
Highlight (Yellow) | Location 201456
of the secret practices of Charles who comes here.” “Ah, Monseigneur,” replied the woman, “who told you that?” “Stand steady, that I may rip thee at one blow if you do not confess to me every assignation given, and in what manner they have been arranged. If thy tongue gets entangled, if thou falterest, I will pierce thee with my dagger!” “Pierce me through!” replied the girl; “you will learn nothing.” The constable, having taken this excellent reply amiss, ran her
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through on the spot, so mad was he with rage; and came back into his wife’s chamber and said to his groom, whom, awakened by the shrieks of the girl, he met upon the stairs, “Go upstairs; I’ve corrected Billette rather severely.” Before he reappeared in the presence of Bonne he went to fetch his son, who was sleeping like a child, and led him roughly into her room. The mother opened her eyes pretty widely, you may imagine — at the cries of her little one; and was greatly terrified at seeing him in the
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hands of her husband, who had his right hand all bloody, and cast a fierce glance on the mother and son. “What is the matter?” said she. “Madame,” asked the man of quick execution, “this child, is he the fruit of my loins, or those of Savoisy, your lover?” At this question Bonne turned pale, and sprang upon her son like a frightened frog leaping into the water. “Ah, he is really ours,” said she. “If you do not wish to see his head roll at your feet confess yourself to
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me, and no prevarication. You have given me a lieutenant.” “Indeed!” “Who is he?” “It is not Savoisy, and I will never say the name of a man that I don’t know.” Thereupon the constable rose, took his wife by the arm to cut her speech with a blow of the sword, but she, casting upon him an imperial glance, cried — “Kill me if you will, but touch me not.”
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