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Chapter 26 Chapter 26 What the world or the rich lack

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He hurriedly brushed his clothes and went downstairs, but he was still late.A school superintendent reprimanded him severely.Julien made no attempt to justify himself, but threw his arms across his breast: My priest, I have sinned, and I admit it.He said with a regretful expression on his face. This start was a great success.The shrewd ones among the students saw at a glance that the man they were dealing with was not a novice.While resting, Julien saw himself the object of curiosity.Yet all they got from him was restraint and silence.According to the maxim he had set for himself, he regarded all three hundred and twenty-one of his fellow students as enemies, and in his eyes the most dangerous enemy was the Abbe Pirard.

A few days later, when Julien was about to choose a confessor, he was given a list. Hey!Merciful God!What do they take me for, he said to himself, do they think I don't understand what it means to speak?He chose Father Pilar. He did not expect that this was a decisive step.There was a young monk in the seminary, a very young man from Verrieres, who on the first day said he was his friend, and told him that it might be more prudent to choose M. Castanade, the vice-principal. The Abbe Castanede was an enemy of the father of Pirard, and Mr. Pirard was suspected of being a Jansenist.The little monk leaned into his ear and added.

Our hero thinks he is prudent, but his first steps, such as choosing the confessor, are all reckless.The conceit that is characteristic of imaginative people leads him astray, he takes intentions for fact, and considers himself a sophisticated hypocrite.He is really crazy, and he blamed himself for using the technique of using softness to overcome rigidity to succeed. well!This is my only weapon!In another era, he said to himself, I would earn my bread by acting vigorously against the enemy. Satisfied with his conduct, Julien, looking around, saw everywhere the appearance of the purest virtues.

Eight or ten monks lived in an atmosphere of holiness, all seeing visions like St. Teresa and St. Francis when he was wounded five times on the top of Vilna in the Apennines.But it was a big secret, and their friends never talked about it.These visionary youths were almost always in the infirmary: the other hundred or so combined dogged faith and tireless industry.They work to the point of falling ill, but get little.Two or three men of real talent stood out, one of them was Chazelle, but Julien hated them, and they hated Julien. The rest of the three hundred and twenty-one monks were vulgar people, and they were not sure whether they understood the Latin words they memorized all day.Almost all of them are peasants, who would rather earn bread by reciting Latin than digging through the garbage.On the basis of this observation, Julien had vowed from the first days to speedy success.In any enterprise wise men are needed, for there is always something to do, he thought, and under Napoleon I might be adjutant; among these future cures I would be vicar.

All these poor wretches, he went on thinking, who were brought up to do menial work, lived on black bread and clotted milk, lived in thatched huts, and lived on five, Six times the meat.Like those ancient Roman soldiers who took battle for a rest, these vulgar peasants were delighted with the good meals at the seminary. In their dull eyes, Julien could only see the satisfaction of the flesh after the meal and the anxious pleasure of the flesh before the meal.He ought to stand out among such people, but Julien didn't know it, and they refused to tell him that to be first in various courses in the seminary, such as catechism, history of the religion, etc., was to them nothing but a brilliance. sins.Since Voltaire, since the introduction of a bicameral government, which in the end is nothing but suspicion and personal research, the bad habit of bringing doubts to the minds of the people, the French Church seems to have learned that books are its real enemy.In its view, the obedience of the heart is everything.Success in learning, even holy learning, is more doubtful, and not without good reason.Who can prevent outstanding people such as Sieyes or Gregoire from defecting to the other side!The Church, terrified, clings to the Pope as if that is its only chance of salvation.Only the Pope can attempt to overthrow individual studies, and to influence the jaded, morbid spirits of the elite with the pious grandeur of the ceremonies of the Holy See.

Julien saw all these facts in half, and what he said in the seminary tried to make them lie, and he fell into a deep melancholy.He worked hard, and soon learned things that were useful to a priest but seemed false to him, which did not interest him.He thought there was nothing else to do. Has the whole world forgotten me?he often thinks.He did not know how many letters, postmarked in Dijon, received and burned by the Abbe Pirard, the letters were the most tactful and the most passionate.Great regret seems to be curbing their love.It was better, thought Father Pirard, at least the young man was not in love with an irreligious woman.

One day, Father Pilar opened a letter, half of which was blurred by tears. It was a farewell letter.Finally, the letter said to Lian, God gave me the grace to hate, not to hate the person who made my mistake, he will always be the person I love most in the world, but to hate my mistake itself.Sacrifice has been made, my friend.Not without tears, you see.I should die for those whom you loved as much, whose salvation is most important.A just but terrible God will not take vengeance on them for their mother's sin.Farewell, Julien, and do justice. This end of the letter is almost completely indistinct.The letter gave an address in Dijon, but I hoped that Julien would never reply, or at least not say anything that would make a repentant woman blush.

Melancholy, together with the poor food supplied to the seminary by the men who catered for eighty-three centimes, had begun to affect Julien's health.One morning Fouquet suddenly appeared in his room. I'm finally in.It's not your fault that I've been to Besançon five times to see you.Always hit a snag.I sent someone to guard the entrance of the seminary, hell, why don't you come out? This was a test I imposed on myself. I found that you have become more.I finally saw you again.Two nifty ecu like five francs just let me know I was a fool not to take out the first time around.

The two friends could not finish their conversation, and Julien's face suddenly changed, because Fouquet said: By the way, you know what?Your student's mother is pious now. He spoke this with a light, light air, but which made a strange impression on a passionate mind, for the speaker has unintentionally disturbed the most precious secrets of the hearer. Yes, my friend, the most fanatical piety.Some say she is on a pilgrimage.But the abbe Maslon, who has been watching M. Chelan for so long, is ashamed, de.Madame Rainer would not confess to him.She went to Dijon or Besançon to do her confession.

She came to Besançon.said Julien, flushing on his brow. Come often.Fouquet replied puzzled. Do you have the Constitutionalist with you? What did you say?Fouquet asked. I ask you, do you have the Constitutionalist?Julien asked again, in the most calm tone, whether it would cost thirty sous a share here. What!There are Liberals in seminaries too!cried Fouquet, poor France!He imitated Father Maslon's hypocritical voice and sweet accent, and added. Fortunately, on the second day after being admitted to the hospital, the little monk that Julien thought was a child once said a word to him, which made him make a major discovery. Otherwise, this visit would have left a deep impression on our protagonist. I had the impression that since entering the seminary, Julien's behavior was nothing more than a series of falsehoods.He often poignantly laughed at himself.

In fact, the great actions of his life were skilfully carried out, but he did not pay attention to details, while the shrewd people in the seminary only pay attention to details.He was therefore already recognized among his classmates as a free thinker.A whole host of petty actions betrayed him. It seemed to them that he must have committed this monstrous crime, that he thought, that he judged for himself, rather than blindly following authority and routine.Father Pilar could not help him in the slightest; he had not spoken to him outside the confessional, and even there he had heard more than spoken.It would have been very different if he had chosen Father Castanede. When Julien found out that he had done a foolish thing, he was no longer bored.He wanted to know how big the loss was, and for this, he slightly broke the haughty and stubborn silence used to repel his classmates.So they started revenge.His adoration was met with contempt bordering on mockery.He now knew that not a single hour since he entered the seminary, especially the rest, had not worked against him or against him, increased the number of his enemies, or won him some truly virtuous or somewhat less The favor of a vulgar monk.The losses that need to be repaired are great and the task is arduous.From then on, Julien's vigilance was in a state of constant vigilance, and he wanted to outline a completely new character for himself. The expression of his eyes, for example, gave him a lot of trouble.People lower their eyes in places like this, not for nothing, how vain I was at Verrières!Julien thought, I thought I was living; but it was only a preparation for life, and now that I have entered this world at last, I shall find that until I have played my part, I will always be surrounded by real enemies.False every minute, he went on, how hard it was; it was to eclipse the exploits of Hercules.The modern-day Hercules is Sixtus V, who for fifteen years deceived forty cardinals by his humility, who had seen his fretful and haughty youth.So learning is nothing here, he said to himself angrily, and progress in dogma, religious history, etc., is only superficial.What they say in this regard is nothing but a trap for a fool like me.Alas, my only strength is my rapid progress, my ability to understand those empty words.Do they also know deep down the true value of these empty words?Also have the same opinion as me?How silly of me to be proud of it: I always come first!This can only bring me many sworn enemies.Chazelle, who was smarter than me, kept dropping himself into the fifties by saying something stupid in his composition; if he got first, it was by negligence.Oh, how much a word, just a word, from M. Pirard should do to me. After Julien's enlightenment, the long hours of ascetic practice, which had been terribly boring before, counting the rosary five times a week, singing hymns in the Sacre Coeur, etc., became now the most interesting moments of action.Julien took a strict look at himself, and in particular tried not to exaggerate his own abilities. He did not want to follow the example of those monks who set an example for others and always performed meaningful actions from the beginning, that is to say, proved a certain Christian perfection.In the seminary there is a way of eating a soft-boiled egg, a more sign of progress in the religious life. The reader may have laughed, so please ask him to think about the mistakes that the Abbe Drill made when he was invited to eat eggs for lunch at the home of a lady at the court of Louis XVI. Julien first tried to be innocent, which is a state of young monks whose walking posture, arm and eye movements, etc. are practically devoid of any worldliness, but which have not yet shown that he has absorbed the ideas of the afterlife and the ideas of this world. Pure nothingness. Julien kept discovering on the wall of the corridor some words written in charcoal, such as: What is the trial of sixty years compared with eternal happiness or eternal boiling oil in hell?He no longer despises these sentences, he understands that they should be constantly placed in the present, what am I going to do with my life?I'm going to sell my place in heaven to believers, he thought.How could this man let them see it?By the difference between my appearance and that of a layman. After several months of uninterrupted efforts, Julien still looked like he was thinking.The way he moved his eyes and mouth still did not express that inner belief ready to believe anything, stand up for everything, even prove a martyr.Julien was indignant when he saw that the most vulgar peasants had surpassed him in this respect.They don't look like they're thinking, and for good reason. The face of a fanatical and blind belief that is ready to believe everything and tolerate everything at any time, we can often see it in Italian monasteries. Quercino has left a legacy for us laymen through his church paintings. A model of beauty, in order to have such a face, what kind of efforts did Julien not make? On major festivals, monks can eat red sausage with sour cabbage.Julien's neighbor noticed his indifference to this happiness; it was one of his chief crimes.His fellow students saw in it an ugly trait of the most stupid hypocrisy, which never made him more enemies.Look at this bourgeois, look at this haughty fellow, they say, who pretends to despise the best meal, red sausage with sauerkraut!Bah, rascal!Proud guy!To hell! well!These young peasants, my schoolmates, for whom ignorance is a great merit, Julien exclaimed in his discouragement, came to the seminary with no worldly ideas to be corrected by their teachers, and I brought them into the seminary. Secular minds in seminaries are horrendous, and no matter what I do, they can always see it in my face. Julien studied the most vulgar of the young peasants who entered the seminary with an attention almost jealous.When they strip off their coarse coats and put on black robes, their education is limited to an infinite respect for cash, money that is dry and liquid, as Franche-Confon says. It is a sacred and heroic expression of the noble idea of ​​cash. These seminarians, like the protagonists of Voltaire's novels, were first and foremost happy in eating well.Julien noticed that almost all of them had an innate respect for those who wore fine cloth.Men of this kind value a just distribution, such as the one given to us by courts, rightly, and even undervalue it.They used to say in private: What's the use of going to court with a big guy? The big guy is the dialect of the Jura Mountains, which means a rich person.The government is the richest, how much they respect it, let us judge! The mention of the prefect's name must be accompanied by a respectful smile, otherwise, in the eyes of the peasants in Franche-Confon, it will be a kind of indiscretion, which is quickly disrespected by the poor. Bread punishment. At first, Julien felt out of breath because he felt contemptuous, but later he felt compassion: the fathers of most of his classmates returned to the thatched cottage on winter nights, often without bread or chestnuts, There were no potatoes either. In their eyes, thought Julien, is it any wonder that a happy person is first of all someone who has just had a good meal, and secondly someone who has a nice dress?My fellow students had firm ambitions, that is to say, they saw in the priestly profession a long-lasting happiness: to eat well and to have a warm coat in winter. Julien once heard an imaginative young schoolmate say to his companion: Why can't I be pope like Sixtus V?He also spared the pigs. Only an Italian can be pope, said the friend, but among us there must be a lottery to decide who will be vicar, deliberative priests, and perhaps bishop.Monsieur P., bishop of Chalons, is the son of a cooper, just as my father did. One day, during the catechism class, the Abbe Pirard sent for Julien.The poor young man was glad to be free of the state of body and mind in which he was trapped. At the Monsieur the Superior Julien found again the reception which had so frightened him when he entered the seminary. Explain to me what is written on the card, the captain looked at him and said, it made him want to go underground. Julien said: Amanda.Binet, Cafe Giraffe, before eight o'clock.Said that you came from Renli and were my mother's cousin. Julien saw the danger, and Father Castanede's spies had stolen the address from him. The day I came here, he replied, looking only at the forehead of the Abbe Pirard, because he could not stand his terrible eyes, and I was terrified. ; Scouting and whistleblowing among classmates is encouraged.It was the will of Heaven, in order to show the young clergymen what life was like, and to arouse in them a distaste for the world and its pomp. Father Pirard is furious that you speak beautiful words in front of me, little rascal! At Verrières, continued Julien calmly, my brother beat me whenever he had any reason to be jealous of me. Let's talk about the topic, talk about the topic!cried Father Pilar, almost mad with rage. Undeterred in the least, Julien went on with his story. When I arrived in Besançon that day, it was almost noon, and I was hungry, so I went into a café.I was filled with a distaste for such mundane places, but I figured it would be cheaper to eat there than in a hotel.A lady who seemed to be the proprietor of the shop felt pity for me when she saw me as a newcomer.She said to me: I am very worried about you, sir, Besançon is absolutely bad.If any misfortune happens to you, come to me and send me by eight o'clock.If the janitor at the seminary won't run errands for you, just say you're my cousin and get the money Your rhetoric is to be confirmed.exclaimed Father Pilar, who could no longer sit still, walking up and down the room. Go back to your room! The priest followed Julien and locked him in the house.Julien immediately examined the box, at the bottom of which the fatal card had been carefully concealed.There was nothing lacking in the box, but a few things had moved; but he was lucky that he never left his key, thought Julien, that during the time when I was still blind, the Abbe Castanede often I never accepted the kindness that allowed me to go out, and now I understand what kindness it is.If I can't resist the temptation to change my clothes and meet the beautiful Amanda, I'm doomed.They failed to benefit from the information obtained in this way, and in order not to waste this information, they used it as exposing material. Two hours later the abbot sent for him. You are not lying, the abbot told him, looking less harshly, but it would be imprudent to keep such an address with a severity beyond your imagination.Unlucky boy!Maybe ten years from now, it will do you harm.
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