The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 389 pages of information about The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8).

The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 389 pages of information about The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8).
felt low-spirited, and vexed at having yielded to that new longing, and at having broken through his usual habits.  The view, which was continually changing, and always the same, wearied him.  He was thirsty; he would have liked to get out at every station and sit down in the cafe which he saw outside and drink a bock or two, and then take the first train back to Paris.  And then, the journey seemed very long to him.  He used to remain sitting for whole days, as long as he had the same motionless objects before his eyes, but he found it very trying and fatiguing to remain sitting while he was being whirled along, and to see the whole country fly by, while he himself was motionless.

However, he found the Seine interesting, every time he crossed it.  Under the bridge at Chatou he saw some skiffs going at great pace under the vigorous strokes of the bare-armed oarsmen, and he thought:  “There are some fellows who are certainly enjoying themselves!” And then the train entered the tunnel just before you get to the station at Saint-Germain, and soon stopped at the arrival platform, where Parent got out, and walked slowly, for he already felt tired, towards the Terrace, with his hands behind his back, and when he got to the iron balustrade, he stopped to look at the distant horizon.  The vast plain spread out before him like the sea, green, and studded with large villages, almost as populous as towns.  White roads crossed it, and it was well wooded in places; the ponds at Vesinet glistened like plates of silver, and the distant ridges of Sannois and Argenteuil were covered with light, bluish mist, so that they could scarcely be distinguished.  The sun bathed the whole landscape in its full, warm light, and the Seine, which twined like an endless serpent through the plain, flowed round the villages and along the slopes, and Parent inhaled the warm breeze which seemed to make his heart young again, to enliven his spirits and to vivify his blood, and said to himself:  “It is very nice here.”

Then he went on a few steps, and stopped again to look about him, and the utter misery of his existence seemed to be brought out into full relief, by the intense light which inundated the country.  He saw his twenty years of cafe-life, dull, monotonous, heart-breaking.  He might have traveled like others did, have gone amongst foreigners, to unknown countries beyond the sea, have interested himself somewhat in everything which other men are passionately devoted to, in arts and sciences, he might have enjoyed life in a thousand forms, that mysterious life which is either charming or painful, constantly changing, always inexplicable and strange.  Now, however, it was too late.  He would go on drinking bock after bock until he died, without any family, without friends, without hope, without any curiosity about anything, and he was seized with a feeling of misery and a wish to run away, to hide himself in Paris, in his cafe and his befuddlement!  All the thoughts, all the dreams, all the desires which are dormant in the sloth of stagnating hearts, had reawakened, being brought to life by those rays of sunlight on the plain.

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