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1Sa tête était d’une grosseur remarquable. Ses cheveux, d’un beau noir et bouclés par masses, prêtaient une grâce indicible à son front, dont les dimensions avaient quelque chose d’extraordinaire, même pour nous, insouciants, comme on peut le croire, des pronostics de la phrénologie, science alors au berceau. La beauté de son front prophétique provenait surtout de la coupe extrêmement pure des deux arcades sous lesquelles brillait son œil noir, qui semblaient taillées dans l’albâtre, et dont les lignes, par un attrait assez rare, se trouvaient d’un parallélisme parfait en se rejoignant à la naissance du nez. Mais il était difficile de songer à sa figure, d’ailleurs fort irrégulière, en voyant ses yeux, dont le regard possédait une magnifique variété d’expression et qui paraissaient doublés d’une âme. Tantôt clair et pénétrant à étonner, tantôt d’une douceur céleste, ce regard devenait terne, sans couleur pour ainsi dire, dans les moments où il se livrait à ses contemplations. Son œil ressemblait alors à une vitre d’où le soleil se serait retiré soudain après l’avoir illuminée. Il en était de sa force et de son organe comme de son regard : même mobilité, mêmes caprices. Sa voix se faisait douce comme une voix de femme qui laisse tomber un aveu ; puis elle était, parfois, pénible, incorrecte, raboteuse, s’il est permis d’employer ces mots pour peindre des effets nouveaux. Quant à sa force, habituellement il était incapable de supporter la fatigue des moindres jeux, et semblait être débile, presque infirme.
2Mais, pendant les premiers jours de son noviciat, un de nos matadors s’étant moqué de cette maladive délicatesse qui le rendait impropre aux violents exercices en vogue dans le collége, Lambert prit de ses deux mains et par le bout une de nos tables qui contenait douze grands pupitres encastrés sur deux rangs et en dos d’âne, il s’appuya contre la chaire du Régent ; puis il retint la table par ses pieds en les plaçant sur la traverse d’en bas, et dit : — Mettez-vous dix et essayez de la faire bouger ! J’étais là, je puis attester ce singulier témoignage de force : il fut impossible de lui arracher la table. Lambert possédait le don d’appeler à lui, dans certains moments, des pouvoirs extraordinaires, et de rassembler ses forces sur un point donné pour les projeter. Mais les enfants habitués, aussi bien que les hommes, à juger de tout d’après leurs premières impressions, n’étudièrent Louis que pendant les premiers jours de son arrivée ; il démentit alors entièrement les prédictions de madame de Staël, en ne réalisant aucun des prodiges que nous attendions de lui. Après un trimestre d’épreuves, Louis passa pour un écolier très-ordinaire. Je fus donc seul admis à pénétrer dans cette âme sublime, et pourquoi ne dirais-je pas divine ? qu’y a-t-il de plus près de Dieu que le génie dans un cœur d’enfant ? La conformité de nos goûts et de nos pensées nous rendit amis et Faisants. Notre fraternité devint si grande que nos camarades accolèrent nos deux noms ; l’un ne se prononçait pas sans l’autre ; et, pour appeler l’un de nous, ils criaient : Le Poète-et-Pythagore !
3D’autres noms offraient l’exemple d’un semblable mariage. Ainsi je demeurai pendant deux années l’ami de collège du pauvre Louis Lambert ; et ma vie se trouva, pendant cette époque, assez intimement unie à la sienne pour qu’il me soit possible aujourd’hui d’écrire son histoire intellectuelle. J’ai long-temps ignoré la poésie et les richesses cachées dans le cœur et sous le front de mon camarade : il a fallu que j’arrivasse à trente ans, que mes observations se soient mûries et condensées, que le jet d’une vive lumière les ait même éclairées de nouveau pour que je comprisse la portée des phénomènes desquels je fus alors l’inhabile témoin ; j’en ai joui sans m’en expliquer ni la grandeur ni le mécanisme, j’en ai même oublié quelques-uns et ne me souviens que des plus saillants ; mais aujourd’hui ma mémoire les a coordonnés, et je me suis initié aux secrets de cette tête féconde en me reportant aux jours délicieux de notre jeune amitié. Le temps seul me fit donc pénétrer le sens des événements et des faits qui abondent en cette vie inconnue, comme en celle de tant d’autres hommes perdus pour la science. Aussi cette histoire est-elle, dans l’expression et l’appréciation des choses, pleine d’anachronismes purement moraux qui ne nuiront peut-être point à son genre d’intérêt.
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1His head was unusually large. His hair, of a fine, bright black in masses of curls, gave wonderful beauty to his brow, of which the proportions were extraordinary even to us heedless boys, knowing nothing, as may be supposed, of the auguries of phrenology, a science still in its cradle. The distinction of this prophetic brow lay principally in the exquisitely chiselled shape of the arches under which his black eyes sparkled, and which had the transparency of alabaster, the line having the unusual beauty of being perfectly level to where it met the top of the nose. But when you saw his eyes it was difficult to think of the rest of his face, which was indeed plain enough, for their look was full of a wonderful variety of expression; they seemed to have a soul in their depths. At one moment astonishingly clear and piercing, at another full of heavenly sweetness, those eyes became dull, almost colorless, as it seemed, when he was lost in meditation. They then looked likea window from which the sun had suddenly vanished after lighting it up. His strength and his voice were no less variable; equally rigid, equally unexpected. His tone could be as sweet as that of a woman compelled to own her love; at other times it was labored, rough, rugged, if I may use suck words in a new sense. As to his strength, he was habitually incapable of enduring the fatigue of any game, and seemed weakly, almost infirm. But during the early days of his school-life, one of our little bullies having made game of this sickliness, which rendered him unfit for the violent exercise in vogue among his fellows, Lambert took hold with both hands of one of the class-tables,
2202 | BALZAO’S WORKS = consisting of twelve large desks, face to face and sloping from the middle; he leaned back against the class-master’s desk, steadying the table with his feet on the eross-bar below, and said— ‘‘Now, ten of you try to move it!’’ I was present, and can vouch for this strange display of strength; it was impossible to move the table. ~ Lambert had the gift of summoning to his aid at certain times the most extraordinary powers, and of concentrating all his forces on a given point. But children, like men, are wont to judge of everything by first impressions, and after the first few days we ceased to study Louis; he entirely belied Madame de Stael’s prognostications, and displayed none of the prodigies we looked for in him. After three months at school, Louis was looked upon as a quite ordinary scholar. I alone was allowed really to know that sublime—why should I not say divine ?—soul, for what is nearer to God than genius in the heart of a child? The similarity of our tastes and ideas made us friends and chums; our intimacy was so brotherly that our school-fellows joined our two names; one was never spoken without the other, and to call either they always shouted ‘‘Poet-and-Pythagoras!’’ Some other names had been known coupled in a like manner. Thus for two years I was the school friend of poor Louis Lambert; and during that time my life was so identified with his, that IT am enabled now to write his intellectual biography.
3It was long before I fully knew the poetry and the wealth of ideas that lay hidden in my companion’s heart and brain. It was not till I was thirty years of age, till my experience was matured and condensed, till the flash of an intense illumination had thrown a fresh light upon LOUIS LAMBERT 203 it, that [I was capable of understanding all the bearings of the phenomena which I witnessed at that early time. I benefited by them without understanding their greatness or their processes; indeed, I have forgotten some, or remember only the most conspicuous facts; still, my memory is now able to co-ordinate them, and I have mastered the secrets of that fertile brain by looking back to the delightful days of our boyish affection. So it was time alone that initiated me into the meaning of the events and facts that were crowded into that obscure life, as into that of many another man who is lost to science. Indeed, this narrative, so far as the expression and appreciation of many things is concerned, will be found full of what may be termed moral anachronisms, which perhaps will not detract from its peculiar interest. In the course of the first few months after coming: to Vendome, Louis became the victim of a malady which, though the symptoms were invisible to the eye of our superiors, considerably interfered with the exercise of his remarkable gifts. Accustomed to live in the open air, and to the freedom of a purely haphazard education, happy in the tender care of an old man who was devoted to him, used to meditating in the sunshine, he found it very hard to submit to college rules, to walk in the ranks, to live within the four walls of a room where eighty boys were sitting in silence on wooden forms each in front of his desk. His senses were developed to such perfection as gave them the most sensitive keenness, and every part of him suffered from this life in common. The effluvia that vitiated the air, mingled with the odors of a.class-room that was never clean or free from 204 BALZAC’S WORKS the fragments of our breakfasts or snacks, affected his sense of smell, the sense which, being more immediately connected than: the others with the nerve-centres of the brain, must, when shocked, cause invisible disturbance to the organs of thought.
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