We have three years of the past to discuss. You will hear and see enough before morning, he answered. I think we should call at Scotland Yard for Inspector Gregson, and go straight out to BeckenhaWe know that a man is being done to death, and every hour may be vital. Yes, dear Father Goriotyou know very well how fond I am of you. Moreover, his pen gets its ink in the boudoir of an actress. In short, he is not _true_his presentation is falsein him, as Comte Felix said, is the born juggler. His fecundity is not his own, but that of his epochhe lives on chance events, and to control them he distorts their meaning.
He is the cleverest shot at ideas on the fly in all Paris. Nevertheless, Nathan maintains his ground by the quickness of his mind, by those lucky hits which billiard-players call a good stroke. He does passion, to use a term of the literary argotbut instead of awaking ideas, his heroes are simply enlarged individualities, who excite only fugitive sympathiesthey are not connected with any of the great interests of life, and consequently they represent nothing. Incapable of constructing a vigorously framed plot, he sometimes makes up for it by the impetuous ardor of his drawing. He has neither the time nor the patience to write carefullyhe does not observe, but he listens. Like most young men, ambitious of literary fame, he disgorges to-day what he acquired yesterday. Judged from a literary point of view, Nathan lacks style and cultivation. It is applicable to you, answered the Linnetand he flew down, and alighting upon the bank, he told the story of The Devoted Friend.
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