Chapter 33 Twenty-four is Dauria again

Lucien said to Coralie: "Speaking of conscience, those young people can't have a good temper. Now that I am a reporter, as long as I work hard, I can earn a stable income of 600 francs a month. The two manuscripts will definitely sell. Go, I can write in the future. Friends are ready to cheer and guarantee my success! So, Coralie, I say the same thing as you: let nature take its course!" "Son, you must succeed. But you are so beautiful, you can't be too kind, you will suffer. The way is to be ruthless." Coralie and Lucien went for a drive in the Bois de Boulogne and met the Marquise de Espar, Madame de Bargeton and the Baron de Chatelet.Madame de Bargeton looked at Lucien with an affectionate air that seemed to be greeting her.Camuso ordered the best food and drink.Coralie, free again, was very courteous to the poor silk merchant; and the silk merchant could not remember having seen her so kind, so charming, during the fourteen months he lived with him.

He thought to himself: "No matter what, it's better not to leave her." Camusot kept a deposit of 6,000 francs with interest from his wife, and he secretly told Coralie that as long as he continued to be friends with him, he was willing to deposit the money in Coralie's name in the National Bond Fund; Camusot can ignore the love with Lucien. "Want me to deceive such an angel? . . . Look at him, and look at yourself, poor clown!" she said to Camusot, pointing to the poet.The poet has been half drunk by Camusot. The woman who was sent to Camuso by poverty, Camuso decided to wait for poverty before sending her back.

"Then I can only be friends with you," he said, kissing Coralie's forehead. Lucien left Coralie and Camusot and went to the Lagoon.He participated in the secret of the newspaper, and his spirit changed greatly.He no longer panics when he mixes with the tide-like crowd; because he has a mistress, he becomes defiant;He met many famous people, shook hands with Blondet, Nathan, Finot, and writers who had become acquainted with each other during the week.Lucien felt that he was not only a character, but also superior to his companions; a little alcohol was helpful to him, he talked and laughed, and said that he would frighten people with his teeth and claws.But beyond Lucien's expectation, everyone didn't approve of him, openly or secretly; on the contrary, he found that everyone was already a little jealous; What status can you get in the press?Only Feino, who regarded Lucien as a cash cow, and Lusteau, who pretended to be able to dominate him, smiled at Lucien.Lustow showed the style of the editor-in-chief and knocked hard on the glass window of Dauria's office.

The publisher poked his head out from the green curtain and saw Lusteau, and said: "Come in a moment, my friend." A moment is actually an hour.An hour later, Lucien and his friends entered the temple. The new editor-in-chief asked: "Hey, have you considered the matter of our friend?" "Of course," Dauria replied in a dignified bow in the armchair, "I've gone through the manuscript, and I'll invite someone with insight Man, ask an expert to read it, and I'm not pretending to be an expert. Tell you, friend, I only buy famous writers, like the Englishman buys love. Your poetry is as good as your appearance, brother. Take me Candide's reputation bets,--I'm not talking about the publisher, mind you?--your sonnets are marvelous, untouched, which is rare for a man of inspiration and intelligence. You You have the strengths of a new poet, and you can rhyme very well. Your "Changshengju" is indeed very good, but it is a pity that it is not a business classic, and I only do big business. To be honest, I am not willing to accept your poetry collection, and there is no way to sell it , there is no profit, and it is not worth spending money to promote. Besides, you don’t write poetry anymore, your collection is just a lonely one. You are still young, children! You always send your first collection of poems to bookstores. Literati did not write more or less when they left middle school? At first they took it very seriously, but later they didn’t take it seriously. For example, your friend Lusteau must have a poem stuffed in the pile of old socks. Well, Loustow, didn't you write a poem that you thought was great?" Doria asked meaningfully looking at Loustow.

Lustow said: "Oh! How can I write prose at my age?" Daurier went on to say: "You see, he never mentioned it to me, so our friend is an expert in publishing and business." I know whether you are a great poet or not; you have a lot of talent, and you are a great talent; if I first opened a bookstore, I would be reckless and print your works. But today, my co-owner and the advance shareholder will cut me off first. They don't want to hear about poetry as long as I lost 20,000 francs in the collection of poems I printed last year; they are my bosses, what can I do! Besides, that's not the problem. I admit that you are a great poet , but do you produce many? Can sonnets be produced regularly? Can you write ten volumes in the future? Can you start a business? Oh! No, you will be an excellent essayist in the future Well, you are too talented to give yourself up and write those crooked poems that make up the number of words. Don't you write for the newspapers and get thirty thousand francs a year, but you can barely earn three thousand francs on nonsense poems? "

Lousteau said, "You know, Dauria, he's from our paper." Dauria replied: "I know, I have read his article; it is for his benefit that I do not accept his "Chrysanthemum". Yes, sir, I ask you to write it within six months. For the manuscript, the manuscript fee you earn is several times more than the poetry collection you can't sell!" "But how to become famous?" cried Lucien. Dauria and Lusteau laughed together. Lustow said: "Oops! He still has illusions." Dauria replied: "Reputation takes ten years of hard work to change. For a publisher, it will either make a hundred thousand or lose a hundred thousand. If you meet some madmen who are willing to print your poems, after a year Listen to how much business they do, and you will admire me."

"Is my original manuscript here?" Lucien asked coldly. "Here, my friend," said Dauriat, and his attitude towards Lucien became very soft. Lucien felt that Daurier's expression had clearly read his poetry collection, and he didn't check the rope after receiving the manuscript.He came out with Lousteau, neither surprised nor annoyed.Dauria accompanied the two friends out of the office, talking about his publications and Lousteau's newspaper.Lucien was absent-mindedly flipping through the manuscript of "Chrysanthemum". Étienne bit Lucien's ear and asked: "Do you believe that Doria has really read your collection, or has someone read it?"

Lucien said: "Yes." "Look at the code I made." Lucien found that the rope was stuck to the line drawn in ink and had not moved at all. Angry and resentful, he asked the publisher with a livid face, "Which song do you pay special attention to?" Dauria replied: "Oh, my friend, there is no one that is not wonderful, but the one about chrysanthemums is especially wonderful, and the thought in the last paragraph is extremely delicate. I knew that you must succeed in writing prose, so I immediately introduced you to Fei Nuo. You should write some book reviews for us. We pay a lot of money. Of course a person should seek fame, but he must be practical; he must not miss the opportunity. If you have money, there is still time to write poetry. "

The poet was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself, and suddenly went to the wooden corridor shopping mall, feeling very angry.