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contemptuously, and treats me with humiliating
rudeness; at another he seems himself unhappy, and
soothes and comforts me as though I were a sick
child. But then, again, it seems to give him
pleasure to be able to trample under his feet a
man of worth for whom he has formerly had
a high regard. Then he lectures me like a pitiless
tormentor. I am to work, but not to give
way to exaggerated ambition; I am to fulfil my
duties to my fatherland and family: “Leave
chemical speculations alone,” he says; “they are
a chimera. There are so many specialists,
authorities, and professional scientists well versed
in their own branches.”
One day he proposes to me to write for the
newest Stockholm society paper. A fine idea,
indeed! I answer him that I do not require to
write for the newest Stockholm paper, since the
leading paper of Paris and of the whole world
has accepted my manuscripts. Then he plays
the incredulous, and treats me as a braggart,
although he has read my articles in the Figaro,
and has himself translated my first one in Gil
Bias.
I am not angry with him; he only plays the
rôle assigned to him by Providence. I forcibly
suppress the growing hatred which I feel
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