New-York tribune., 1922-07-09
Paris News Letter
By Lewis Galantisre

"The three human caiamities. ssu-
pidity, ugliness, and slowness."
atone have the true independences
l choose my submissions
| feel in masculine opposition To
feninism something Of the peasant in-
stinct. the habit of seeing in woman
the servant, the housewife. A gentle
man who had always seen his mother
figure brilliantly, surrounded by dis.
IN her own right, q minister like Lord
| melbourne, who had rather deal with
ten kings than one queen'-these men
see feminism in a less funny light"
There is neither friendship nor love
| where there is no reciprocal admira.
tion. This is why friendship between
| women is so rare. What do you want
them to respect in their lives2
There are no vile things. There
are only base beings"
Twelve years ago >. -. II one
knew how one was destined TO rem en-
| ber thingsl"
Books about mountains are greater
than books about the sea. Nietzsche
was the poet of mountains"
"Tolstoy is the least intellectual Of
novelists; his conscience is his brain"
~ hate people of whom we say they
never lose a minute they are always
at work Oh, to know how to oa
nothingt"
main for mo the definition of life"
II am better natured. for all my
| habit Of criticism, than appear, and
when I see good souls who are indul.y
gent through banaiity or human re-
spect, I grudge them their air Of good
ness only apparently superior to my
disdainful hostility
"We are less poor by that which
we lose than by that which we lack
and less frustrated by that which We.
no longer have than by that which wa
shall never possess"
II should never forgive myself tha
creation Of something which would non
be considered superior by superior
people"
Poor Magic Leneru! Throughous
her life, she pretended q gayety which
she never felt and always desired.
She was chagrined and tragically dis
appointed by her limited contact with
life and with people; out Of her great
solitude she repeated the words oe
| Vauvenargues: "Il ne faut pas s'y
meprendre, nous ne jouissons que des
| hommes, le reste nest rien."
n HAVE left myself little space for
| IL the mention Of the second volume
Of Martin du Cards Lies Thibaut,"
which has just been published by the
Nouvelle Revue Franchise under the
title, "Le Penitencier." Martin du Gard
proceeds slowly. We are, with this
/, volume, only in the fifteenth year of
the life of Jacques Thibault. Neverthe-
less, this seems to me the most i'm
portant French novel which has been
shall I say commenced since Marcel
Ppoust published "Due cote de chez
Swami" Without finding it'll hunt in
my memory for study in adolescence
so passionate, SO true, SO moving as
lies Thibault." Sherwood Anderson's
stories have the same verify; this is of
different stuff, more direct, simpler,
and more complete. But the novel is
not only study in adolescence. 1t Is
the relation Of struggle between two
generations of a Catholic family,
family of means and culture, with the
able in the house. 1 recommend for
your acquaintance the Able Vecard
and NJ. Thibault, member of the Acad-
emy of Social Sciences. Their like is
met so often in life that to find their
very selves without mitigation in a
book is an occasion for no small graft
fication. l confess myself an unquali
fed admrer and well-wisher Of NJ.
Roger Martin dm Gard.