Again, another reason of the richness of his vocabulary was that he invented and forged words for himself.  Following the example of Aristophanes, he coined an enormous number of interminable words, droll expressions, sudden and surprising constructions.  What had made Greece and the Athenians laugh was worth transporting to Paris.

With an instrument so rich, resources so endless, and the skill to use them, it is no wonder that he could give voice to anything, be as humorous as he could be serious, as comic as he could be grave, that he could express himself and everybody else, from the lowest to the highest.  He had every colour on his palette, and such skill was in his fingers that he could depict every variety of light and shade.

We have evidence that Rabelais did not always write in the same fashion.  The Chronique Gargantuaine is uniform in style and quite simple, but cannot with certainty be attributed to him.  His letters are bombastic and thin; his few attempts at verse are heavy, lumbering, and obscure, altogether lacking in harmony, and quite as bad as those of his friend, Jean Bouchet.  He had no gift of poetic form, as indeed is evident even from his prose.  And his letters from Rome to the Bishop of Maillezais, interesting as they are in regard to the matter, are as dull, bare, flat, and dry in style as possible.  Without his signature no one would possibly have thought of attributing them to him.  He is only a literary artist when he wishes to be such; and in his romance he changes the style completely every other moment:  it has no constant character or uniform manner, and therefore unity is almost entirely wanting in his work, while his endeavours after contrast are unceasing.  There is throughout the whole the evidence of careful and conscious elaboration.

Hence, however lucid and free be the style of his romance, and though its flexibility and ease seem at first sight to have cost no trouble at all, yet its merit lies precisely in the fact that it succeeds in concealing the toil, in hiding the seams.  He could not have reached this perfection at a first attempt.  He must have worked long at the task, revised it again and again, corrected much, and added rather than cut away.  The aptness of form and expression has been arrived at by deliberate means, and owes nothing to chance.  Apart from the toning down of certain bold passages, to soften their effect, and appease the storm—­for these were not literary alterations, but were imposed on him by prudence—­one can see how numerous are the variations in his text, how necessary it is to take account of them, and to collect them.  A good edition, of course, would make no attempt at amalgamating these.  That would give a false impression and end in confusion; but it should note them all, and show them all, not combined, but simply as variations.