Cousin Betty. Honore de Balzac

      DEDICATION

       To Don Michele Angelo Cajetani, Prince of Teano.

       It is neither to the Roman Prince, nor to the representative of

       the illustrious house of Cajetani, which has given more than one

       Pope to the Christian Church, that I dedicate this short portion

       of a long history; it is to the learned commentator of Dante.

       It was you who led me to understand the marvelous framework of

       ideas on which the great Italian poet built his poem, the only

       work which the moderns can place by that of Homer. Till I heard

       you, the Divine Comedy was to me a vast enigma to which none had

       found the clue—the commentators least of all. Thus, to understand

       Dante is to be as great as he; but every form of greatness is

       familiar to you.

       A French savant could make a reputation, earn a professor’s chair,

       and a dozen decorations, by publishing in a dogmatic volume the

       improvised lecture by which you lent enchantment to one of those

       evenings which are rest after seeing Rome. You do not know,

       perhaps, that most of our professors live on Germany, on England,

       on the East, or on the North, as an insect lives on a tree; and,

       like the insect, become an integral part of it, borrowing their

       merit from that of what they feed on. Now, Italy hitherto has not

       yet been worked out in public lectures. No one will ever give me

       credit for my literary honesty. Merely by plundering you I might

       have been as learned as three Schlegels in one, whereas I mean to

       remain a humble Doctor of the Faculty of Social Medicine, a

       veterinary surgeon for incurable maladies. Were it only to lay a

       token of gratitude at the feet of my cicerone, I would fain add

       your illustrious name to those of Porcia, of San-Severino, of

       Pareto, of di Negro, and of Belgiojoso, who will represent in this

       “Human Comedy” the close and constant alliance between Italy and

       France, to which Bandello did honor in the same way in the

       sixteenth century—Bandello, the bishop and author of some strange

       tales indeed, who left us the splendid collection of romances

       whence Shakespeare derived many of his plots and even complete

       characters, word for word.

       The two sketches I dedicate to you are the two eternal aspects of

       one and the same fact. Homo duplex, said the great Buffon: why not

       add Res duplex? Everything has two sides, even virtue. Hence

       Moliere always shows us both sides of every human problem; and

       Diderot, imitating him, once wrote, “This is not a mere tale”—in

       what is perhaps Diderot’s masterpiece, where he shows us the

       beautiful picture of Mademoiselle de Lachaux sacrificed by

       Gardanne, side by side with that of a perfect lover dying for his

       mistress.

       In the same way, these two romances form a pair, like twins of

       opposite sexes. This is a literary vagary to which a writer may

       for once give way, especially as part of a work in which I am

       endeavoring to depict every form that can serve as a garb to mind.

Скачать книгу