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1Mais ce sujet comporte peut-être une science tout entière ! Et il haussait les épaules comme pour me dire : Nous sommes et trop grands et trop petits ! La passion de Louis pour la lecture avait été d’ailleurs fort bien servie. Le curé de Mer possédait environ deux à trois mille volumes. Ce trésor provenait des pillages faits pendant la révolution dans les abbayes et les châteaux voisins. En sa qualité de prêtre assermenté, le bonhomme avait pu choisir les meilleurs ouvrages parmi les collections précieuses qui furent alors vendues au poids. En trois ans, Louis Lambert s’était assimilé la substance des livres qui, dans la bibliothèque de son oncle, méritaient d’être lus. L’absorption des idées par la lecture était devenue chez lui un phénomène curieux ; son œil embrassait sept à huit lignes d’un coup, et son esprit en appréciait le sens avec une vélocité pareille à celle de son regard ; souvent même un mot dans la phrase suffisait pour lui en faire saisir le suc. Sa mémoire était prodigieuse. Il se souvenait avec une même fidélité des pensées acquises par la lecture et de celles que la réflexion ou la conversation lui avaient suggérées. Enfin il possédait toutes les mémoires : celles des lieux, des noms, des mois, des choses et des figures. Non-seulement il se rappelait les objets à volonté ; mais encore il les revoyait en lui-même situés, éclairés, colorés comme ils l’étaient au moment où il les avait aperçus. Cette puissance s’appliquait également aux actes les plus insaisissables de l’entendement.
2Il se souvenait, suivant son expression, non-seulement du gisement des pensées dans le livre où il les avait prises, mais encore des dispositions de son âme à des époques éloignées. Par un privilége inouï, sa mémoire pouvait donc lui retracer les progrès et la vie entière de son esprit, depuis l’idée la plus anciennement acquise jusqu’à la dernière éclose, depuis la plus confuse jusqu’à la plus lucide. Son cerveau, habitué jeune encore au difficile mécanisme de la concentration des forces humaines, tirait de ce riche dépôt une foule d’images admirables de réalité, de fraîcheur, desquelles il se nourrissait pendant la durée de ses limpides contemplations. — Quand je le veux, me disait-il dans son langage auquel les trésors du souvenir communiquaient une hâtive originalité, je tire un voile sur mes yeux. Soudain je rentre en moi-même, et j’y trouve une chambre noire où les accidents de la nature viennent se reproduire sous une forme plus pure que la forme sous laquelle ils sont d’abord apparus à mes sens extérieurs.
3À l’âge de douze ans, son imagination, stimulée par le perpétuel exercice de ses facultés, s’était développée au point de lui permettre d’avoir des notions si exactes sur les choses qu’il percevait par la lecture seulement, que l’image imprimée dans son âme n’en eût pas été plus vive s’il les avait réellement vues ; soit qu’il procédât par analogie, soit qu’il fût doué d’une espèce de seconde vue par laquelle il embrassait la nature. — En lisant le récit de la bataille d’Austerlitz, me dit-il un jour, j’en ai vu tous les incidents. Les volées de canon, les cris des combattants retentissaient à mes oreilles et m’agitaient les entrailles ; je sentais la poudre, j’entendais le bruit des chevaux et la voix des hommes ; j’admirais la plaine où se heurtaient des nations armées, comme si j’eusse été sur la hauteur du Santon. Ce spectacle me semblait effrayant comme une page de l’Apocalypse.
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1Louis’s passion for reading had on the whole been very well satisfied. The curé of Mer had two or three thousand volumes. This treasure had been derived from the plunder committed during the Revolution in the neighboring chateaux and abbeys. As a priest who had taken the oath, the worthy man had been able to choose the best books from among these precious libraries, which were sold by the pound. In three years Louis Lambert had assimilated the contents of all the books in his uncle’s library that were worth reading. The process of absorbing ideas by means of reading had become in him a very strange phenomenon. His eye took in six or seven lines at once, and his mind grasped the sense with a swiftness LOUIS LAMBERT . 185 as remarkable as that of his eye; sometimes even one word in a sentence was enough to enable him to seize the gist of the matter.
2His memory was prodigious. He remembered with equal exactitude the ideas he had derived from reading, and those which had occurred to him in the course of meditation or conversation. Indeed, he had every form of memory—for places, for names, for words, things, and faces. He not only recalled any object at will, but he saw them in his mind, situated, lighted, and colored as he had originally seen them. And this power he could exert with equal effect with regard to the most abstract efforts of the intellect. He could remember, as he said, not merely the position of a sentence in the book where he had met with it, but the frame of mind he had been in at remote dates. Thus his was the singular privilege of being able to retrace in memory the whole life and progress of his mind, from the ideas he had first acquired to the last thought evolved in it, from the most obscure to the clearest. His brain, accustomed in early youth to the mysterious mechanism by which human faculties are concentrated, drew from this rich treasury endless images full of life and freshness, on which he fed his spirit during these lucid spells of contemplation. ‘‘Whenever I wish it,’’ said he to me in his own language, to which a fund of remembrance gave precocious originality, ‘‘I can draw a veil over my eyes. Then I suddenly see within me a camera obscura, where natural objects are reproduced in purer forms than those under which they first appeared to my external sense.’’
3At the age of twelve his imagination, stimulated by the perpetual exercise of his faculties, had developed to a point which permitted him to have such precise concepts of things 186 BALZAC’S WORKS which he knew only from reading about them, that the im- = age stamped on his mind could not have been clearer if he had actually seen them, whether this was by a process of analogy or that he was gifted with a sort of second-sight by which he could command all nature. ‘‘When I read the story of the battle of Austerlitz,’’ said | he to me one day, “‘I saw every incident. The roar of the cannon, the cries of the fighting men rang in my ears, and made my inmost self quiver; I could smell the powder; | heard the clatter of horses and the voices of men; I looked down on the plain where armed nations were in collision, just as if I had been on the heights of Santon. The scene was as terrifying as a passage from the Apocalypse.’ On the occasions when he brought all his powers into play, and in some degree lost consciousness of his physical existence, and lived on only by the remarkable energy of his mental powers, whose sphere was enormously expanded, he left space behind him, to use his own words. But I will not here anticipate the intellectual phases of his life. Already, in spite of myself, I have reversed the order in which I ought to tell the history of this man, who transferred all his activities to thinking, as others throw all their life into action.
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