Gambara
t was sitting by the fire, in a mysterious and magnificent retreat, — now a thing of the past but surviving in our memory, — whence our eyes commanded a view of Paris from the heights of Belleville to those of Belleville, from Montmartre to the triumphal Arc de l'Etoile, that one morning, refreshed by tea, amid the myriad suggestions that shoot up and die like rockets from your sparkling flow of talk, lavish of ideas, you tossed to my pen a figure worthy of Hoffmann, — that casket of unrecognized gems, that pilgrim seated at the gate of Paradise with ears to hear the songs of the angels but no longer a tongue to repeat them, playing on the ivory keys with fingers crippled by the stress of divine inspiration, believing that he is expressing celestial music to his bewildered listeners.
- Author
- Honoré de Balzac
- Format
- paperback
- Pages
- 52
- Series
- La Comédie Humaine
- Publisher
- Hard Press
- Language
- english
- ISBN
- 9781406951141
- Genres
- france, classics, fiction
- Release date
- 2006
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