"I have been staying in one of the best parts of Paris,but now Iam living at the Hotel de Cluny,in the Rue de Cluny,one of the poorest and darkest slums,shut in between three churches and the old buildings of the Sorbonne.I have a furnished room on the fourth floor;it is very bare and very dirty,but,all the same,Ipay fifteen francs a month for it.For breakfast I spend a penny on a roll and a halfpenny for milk,but I dine very decently for twenty-two sous at a restaurant kept by a man named Flicoteaux in the Place de la Sorbonne itself.My expenses every month will not exceed sixty francs,everything included,until the winter begins --at least I hope not.So my two hundred and forty francs ought to last me for the first four months.Between now and then I shall have sold The Archer of Charles IX.and the Marguerites no doubt.
Do not be in the least uneasy on my account.If the present is cold and bare and poverty-stricken,the blue distant future is rich and splendid;most great men have known the vicissitudes which depress but cannot overwhelm me.
"Plautus,the great comic Latin poet,was once a miller's lad.
Machiavelli wrote The Prince at night,and by day was a common working-man like any one else;and more than all,the great Cervantes,who lost an arm at the battle of Lepanto,and helped to win that famous day,was called a 'base-born,handless dotard'by the scribblers of his day;there was an interval of ten years between the appearance of the first part and the second of his sublime Don Quixote for lack of a publisher.Things are not so bad as that nowadays.Mortifications and want only fall to the lot of unknown writers;as soon as a man's name is known,he grows rich,and I will be rich.And besides,I live within myself,I spend half the day at the Bibliotheque Sainte-Genevieve,learning all that I want to learn;I should not go far unless I knew more than I do.So at this moment I am almost happy.In a few days I have fallen in with my life very gladly.I begin the work that I love with daylight,my subsistence is secure,I think a great deal,and I study.I do not see that I am open to attack at any point,now that I have renounced a world where my vanity might suffer at any moment.The great men of every age are obliged to lead lives apart.What are they but birds in the forest?They sing,nature falls under the spell of their song,and no one should see them.
That shall be my lot,always supposing that I can carry out my ambitious plans.
"Mme.de Bargeton I do not regret.A woman who could behave as she behaved does not deserve a thought.Nor am I sorry that I left Angouleme.She did wisely when she flung me into the sea of Paris to sink or swim.This is the place for men of letters and thinkers and poets;here you cultivate glory,and I know how fair the harvest is that we reap in these days.Nowhere else can a writer find the living works of the great dead,the works of art which quicken the imagination in the galleries and museums here;nowhere else will you find great reference libraries always open in which the intellect may find pasture.And lastly,here in Paris there is a spirit which you breathe in the air;it infuses the least details,every literary creation bears traces of its influence.
You learn more by talk in a cafe,or at a theatre,in one half hour,than you would learn in ten years in the provinces.Here,in truth,wherever you go,there is always something to see,something to learn,some comparison to make.Extreme cheapness and excessive dearness--there is Paris for you;there is honeycomb here for every bee,every nature finds its own nourishment.So,though life is hard for me just now,I repent of nothing.On the contrary,a fair future spreads out before me,and my heart rejoices though it is saddened for the moment.Good-bye my dear sister.Do not expect letters from me regularly;it is one of the peculiarities of Paris that one really does not know how the time goes.Life is so alarmingly rapid.I kiss the mother and you and David more tenderly than ever."The name of Flicoteaux is engraved on many memories.Few indeed were the students who lived in the Latin Quarter during the last twelve years of the Restoration and did not frequent that temple sacred to hunger and impecuniosity.There a dinner of three courses,with a quarter bottle of wine or a bottle of beer,could be had for eighteen sous;or for twenty-two sous the quarter bottle becomes a bottle.
Flicoteaux,that friend of youth,would beyond a doubt have amassed a colossal fortune but for a line on his bill of fare,a line which rival establishments are wont to print in capital letters,thus--BREADAT DISCRETION,which,being interpreted,should read "indiscretion."Flicoteaux has been nursing-father to many an illustrious name.
