Lost Illusions (Penguin Classics) - Plot & Excerpts
An obdurate father ‘VERE shoult ve go?’ asked Kolb, when they were a few miles along the main road to Paris. ‘Marsac,’ David answered. ‘Since we’re half way there I’m going to make a last appeal to my father’s feelings.’ ‘I myself voult razer leat a tcharche against a pattery of cannonss. Monsieur’s fazer hass no heart.’ The old pressman had no faith in his son. Like all working-class people, he judged by results. In the first place he would not admit that he had despoiled David. In the second place, without taking into account the fact that times had changed, he thought to himself: ‘I made him boss of a printing-office, the same as I had been myself. He knew a lot more about it than I did, and yet he couldn’t make a go of it!’ Totally incapable of understanding his son, he passed judgement on him and assumed a sort of superiority over this highly intelligent man by telling himself: ‘After all, I’m saving up food and drink for him.’ Kolb and David arrived at Marsac at eight o’clock and caught the old fellow as he was finishing dinner and therefore on the point of going to bed.
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