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clings to those bones as if dried there by inward fires; it

nevertheless covers a most powerful structure。 He is thin and tall。

His long hair; always in disorder; is worn so for effect。 This ill…

combed; ill…made Byron has heron legs and stiffened knee…joints; an

exaggerated stoop; hands with knotty muscles; firm as a crab's claws;

and long; thin; wiry fingers。 Raoul's eyes are Napoleonic; blue eyes;

which pierce to the soul; his nose is crooked and very shrewd; his

mouth charming; embellished with the whitest teeth that any woman

could desire。 There is fire and movement in the head; and genius on

that brow。 Raoul belongs to the small number of men who strike your

mind as you pass them; and who; in a salon; make a luminous spot to

which all eyes are attracted。



He makes himself remarked also by his 〃neglige;〃 if we may borrow from

Moliere the word which Eliante uses to express the want of personal

neatness。 His clothes always seem to have been twisted; frayed; and

crumpled intentionally; in order to harmonize with his physiognomy。 He

keeps one of his hands habitually in the bosom of his waistcoat in the

pose which Girodet's portrait of Monsieur de Chateaubriand has

rendered famous; but less to imitate that great man (for he does not

wish to resemble any one) than to rumple the over…smooth front of his

shirt。 His cravat is no sooner put on than it is twisted by the

convulsive motions of his head; which are quick and abrupt; like those

of a thoroughbred horse impatient of harness; and constantly tossing

up its head to rid itself of bit and bridle。 His long and pointed

beard is neither combed; nor perfumed; nor brushed; nor trimmed; like

those of the elegant young men of society; he lets it alone; to grow

as it will。 His hair; getting between the collar of his coat and his

cravat; lies luxuriantly on his shoulders; and greases whatever spot

it touches。 His wiry; bony hands ignore a nailbrush and the luxury of

lemon。 Some of his cofeuilletonists declare that purifying waters

seldom touch their calcined skin。



In short; the terrible Raoul is grotesque。 His movements are jerky; as

if produced by imperfect machinery; his gait rejects all idea of

order; and proceeds by spasmodic zig…zags and sudden stoppages; which

knock him violently against peaceable citizens on the streets and

boulevards of Paris。 His conversation; full of caustic humor; of

bitter satire; follows the gait of his body; suddenly it abandons its

tone of vengeance and turns sweet; poetic; consoling; gentle; without

apparent reason; he falls into inexplicable silences; or turns

somersets of wit; which at times are somewhat wearying。 In society; he

is boldly awkward; and exhibits a contempt for conventions and a

critical air about things respected which makes him unpleasant to

narrow minds; and also to those who strive to preserve the doctrines

of old…fashioned; gentlemanly politeness; but for all that there is a

sort of lawless originality about him which women do not dislike。

Besides; to them; he is often most amiably courteous; he seems to take

pleasure in making them forget his personal singularities; and thus

obtains a victory over antipathies which flatters either his vanity;

his self…love; or his pride。



〃Why do you present yourself like that?〃 said the Marquise de

Vandenesse one day。



〃Pearls live in oyster…shells;〃 he answered; conceitedly。



To another who asked him somewhat the same question; he replied;



〃If I were charming to all the world; how could I seem better still to

the one woman I wish to please?〃



Raoul Nathan imports this same natural disorder (which he uses as a

banner) into his intellectual life; and the attribute is not

misleading。 his talent is very much that of the poor girls who go

about in bourgeois families to work by the day。 He was first a critic;

and a great critic; but he felt himself cheated in that vocation。 His

articles were equal to books; he said。 The profits of theatrical work

then allured him; but; incapable of the slow and steady application

required for stage arrangement; he was forced to associate with

himself a vaudevillist; du Bruel; who took his ideas; worked them

over; and reduced them into those productive little pieces; full of

wit; which are written expressly for actors and actresses。 Between

them; they had invented Florine; an actress now in vogue。



Humiliated by this association; which was that of the Siamese twins;

Nathan had produced alone; at the Theatre…Francais; a serious drama;

which fell with all the honors of war amid salvos of thundering

articles。 In his youth he had once before appeared at the great and

noble Theatre…Francais in a splendid romantic play of the style of

〃Pinto;〃a period when the classic reigned supreme。 The Odeon was so

violently agitated for three nights that the play was forbidden by the

censor。 This second piece was considered by many a masterpiece; and

won him more real reputation than all his productive little pieces

done with collaborators;but only among a class to whom little

attention is paid; that of connoisseurs and persons of true taste。



〃Make another failure like that;〃 said Emile Blondet; 〃and you'll be

immortal。〃



But instead of continuing in that difficult path; Nathan had fallen;

out of sheer necessity; into the powder and patches of eighteenth…

century vaudeville; costume plays; and the reproduction; scenically;

of successful novels。



Nevertheless; he passed for a great mind which had not said its last

word。 He had; moreover; attempted permanent literature; having

published three novels; not to speak of several others which he kept

in press like fish in a tank。 One of these three books; the first

(like that of many writers who can only make one real trip into

literature); had obtained a very brilliant success。 This work;

imprudently placed in the front rank; this really artistic work he was

never weary of calling the finest book of the period; the novel of the

century。



Raoul complained bitterly of the exigencies of art。 He was one of

those who contributed most to bring all created work; pictures;

statues; books; building under the single standard of Art。 He had

begun his career by committing a volume of verse; which won him a

place in the pleiades of living poets; among these verses was a

nebulous poem that was greatly admired。 Forced by want of means to

keep on producing; he went from the theatre to the press; and from the

press to the theatre; dissipating and scattering his talent; but

believing always in his vein。 His fame was therefore not unpublished

like that of so many great minds in extremity; who sustain themselves

only by the thought of work to be done。



Nathan resembled a man of genius; and had he marched to the scaffold;

as he sometimes wished he could have done; he might have struck his

brow with the famous action of Andre Chenier。 Seized with political

ambition on seeing the rise to power of a dozen authors; professors;

metaphysicians; and historians; who encrusted themselves; so to speak;

upon the machine during the turmoils of 1830 and 1833; he regretted

that he had not spent his time on political instead of literary

articles。 He thought himself superior to all those parvenus; whose

success inspired him with consuming jealousy。 He belonged to the class

of minds ambitious of everything; capable of all things; from whom

success is; as it were; stolen; who go their way dashing at a hundred

luminous points; and settling upon none; exhausting at last the good…

will of others。



At this particular time he was going from Saint…Simonism into

republicanism; to return; very likely; to ministerialism。 He looked

for a bone to gnaw in all corners; searching for a safe place where he

could bark secure from kicks and make himself feared。 But he had the

mortification of finding he was held to be of no account by de Marsay;

then at the head of the government; who had no consideratio

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