Honoré de Balzac

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    Letter 10
    June 1835

    I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.

    I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

    As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have de‍
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    What, then, is the dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith, without any sentiment, wherein, however, every sentiment, belief, and moral has its origin and end? It is gold and pleasure.
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    You are always acceptable to this world, you will never be missed by it.
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    deck out thought,
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    To seek for pleasure is it not to find ennui?
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    If a few men of character indulge in witticism, at once subtle and refined, they are misunderstood; soon,
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    do you understand? to conceive one of those desires which eat the heart, which are forgotten because of the impossibility of satisfying them, because women in Paris are commonly without tenacity.
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    He feared him, and his fear, although imperceptible, reacted upon the others, and was of use to De Marsay.
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    She is the original of that ravishing picture called La Femme Caressant sa Chimere, the warmest, the most infernal inspiration of the genius of antiquity; a holy poem prostituted by those who have copied it for frescoes and mosiacs; for a heap of bourgeois who see in this gem nothing more than a gew-gaw and hang it on their watch-chains—whereas, it is the whole woman, an abyss of pleasure into which one plunges and finds no end;
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    then he went off, smoking his cigar, and putting his hands in his trousers' pockets with a devil-may-care air which did him small honor.
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