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Publié par | Pub One Info |
Date de parution | 06 novembre 2010 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9782819932567 |
Langue | English |
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GAUDISSART II.
By Honore De Balzac
Translated by Clara Bell and Others
DEDICATION
To Madame la Princesse Cristina de Belgiojoso, néeTrivulzio.
GAUDISSART II.
To know how to sell, to be able to sell, and tosell. People generally do not suspect how much of the statelinessof Paris is due to these three aspects of the same problem. Thebrilliant display of shops as rich as the salons of the noblessebefore 1789; the splendors of cafes which eclipse, and easilyeclipse, the Versailles of our day; the shop-window illusions, newevery morning, nightly destroyed; the grace and elegance of theyoung men that come in contact with fair customers; the piquantfaces and costumes of young damsels, who cannot fail to attract themasculine customer; and (and this especially of late) the length,the vast spaces, the Babylonish luxury of galleries whereshopkeepers acquire a monopoly of the trade in various articles bybringing them all together, — all this is as nothing. Everything,so far, has been done to appeal to a single sense, and that themost exacting and jaded human faculty, a faculty developed eversince the days of the Roman Empire, until, in our own times, thanksto the efforts of the most fastidious civilization the world hasyet seen, its demands are grown limitless. That faculty resides inthe “eyes of Paris. ”
Those eyes require illuminations costing a hundredthousand francs, and many-colored glass palaces a couple of mileslong and sixty feet high; they must have a fairyland at somefourteen theatres every night, and a succession of panoramas andexhibitions of the triumphs of art; for them a whole world ofsuffering and pain, and a universe of joy, must resolve through theboulevards or stray through the streets of Paris; for themencyclopaedias of carnival frippery and a score of illustratedbooks are brought out every year, to say nothing of caricatures bythe hundred, and vignettes, lithographs, and prints by thethousand. To please those eyes, fifteen thousand francs' worth ofgas must blaze every night; and, to conclude, for their delectationthe great city yearly spends several millions of francs in openingup views and planting trees. And even yet this is as nothing— it isonly the material side of the question; in truth, a mere triflecompared with the expenditure of brain power on the shifts, worthyof Moliere, invented by some sixty thousand assistants and fortythousand damsels of the counter, who fasten upon the customer'spurse, much as myriads of Seine whitebait fall upon a chance crustfloating down the river.
Gaudissart in the mart is at least the equal of hisillustrious namesake, now become the typical commercial traveler.