漏 Copyright 2001 R. G. Harrison Letter 378 Nuenen, October 1884
Dear Theo,
Thanks for your letter, thanks for the enclosure.
Now look here. What you say is all very well and good, but as for scandal, I am now somewhat better prepared to meet it than I used to be to nip it in the bud. No fear of Father or Mother leaving, for example. Although they have only just received a new call. (Father and Mother could, if anything, consolidate their position here, if they managed things properly.) Now, there are people who say to me 鈥淲hy did you have anything to do with her,鈥?[Margot] 鈥?that鈥檚 one fact. And there are people who say to her, 鈥淲hy did you have anything to do with him,鈥?鈥?that鈥檚 another fact.
Apart from that, both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets 鈥?neither of us have any.
Look here 鈥?I believe without question, or have the certain knowledge, that she loves me. I believe without question,
or have the certain knowledge, that I love her. It has been sincerely meant. But has it also been foolish, etc?
Perhaps, if you like 鈥?but aren鈥檛 the wise ones, those who never do anything foolish, even more foolish in my eyes than I am in theirs? That鈥檚 my reply to your argument and to other people鈥檚 arguments. I say all this simply by way of explanation, not out of ill-will or spite.
You say that you like Octave Mouret, you say that you are like him. I鈥檝e read the second volume too, since last year, and like him much better in that than I did in the first. The other day I heard it said that 鈥楢u Bonheur des dames鈥?would not add greatly to Zola鈥檚 reputation. I consider it contains some of his greatest and best things. I have just looked it up and am copying out a few of Octave Mouret鈥檚 words for you.
Don鈥檛 you think you鈥檝e been moving in Bourdoncles鈥?direction during the last 1陆 years or so? You would have done better to stick to 鈥楳ouret鈥? that was and still is my opinion. Save for the enormous difference in circumstances,
indeed, the diametrically opposed circumstances, I actually lean more in the direction of Mouret than you might think 鈥?when it comes to belief in women and the realization that one needs them, must love them. Mouret says,
鈥淐hez nous on aime la client猫le.鈥?[At our place we love the clientele.] Do give this some thought 鈥?and remember my regret when you said that you had 鈥渃ooled off.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> I now repeat more emphatically than ever everything I said by way of bitter warning against the influence of what I called Cuizot-esqueness. Why? Because it leads to mediocrity. And I do not want to see you among the mediocrities,
because I have loved you too much, indeed still do, to bear watching you petrify. I know things are difficult, I know that I know too little about you, I know that I may be mistaken. But anyway, do read your Mouret again.
I mentioned the difference and yet the parallels between Mouret and what I should like. Now look. Mouret worships the modern Parisian woman 鈥?fine. But Millet and Breton [worship] the peasant woman with the same passion. The two passions are one and the same.
Read Zola鈥檚 description of women in a room in the twilight 鈥?most of the women aged between 30 and 50 鈥?such a sombre, mysterious place. I find it splendid, indeed sublime.
But to me, Millet鈥檚 Ang茅lus is just as sublime, with that same twilight, that same infinite emotion 鈥?or that single figure of Breton鈥檚 in the Luxembourg, or his 鈥淪ource.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> You will say that I am not a success 鈥?vaincre or 锚tre vaincu, [to conquer [or] to be conquered], it doesn鈥檛 matter to me, one has feeling and movement in any event, and they are more akin than they may seem to be or than can be put into words.
As for this particular woman, it remains a mystery how it will turn out, but neither she nor I will do anything stupid.
I am afraid that the old religion will once again benumb her and freeze her with that damnable icy coldness that broke her once before, many years ago, to the point of death.
Oh, I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its Founder was sublime 鈥?I have seen through present-day Christianity only too well. That icy coldness hypnotized even me, in my youth 鈥?but I have taken my revenge since then. How? By worshipping the love which they, the theologians, call sin, by respecting a whore, etc., and not too many would-be respectable, pious ladies. To some, woman is heresy and diabolical. To me she is just the opposite.
Regards,
Ever yours, Vincent
Here you are, from Octave Mouret: Mouret dit: 鈥淪i tu te crois fort, parce que tu refuses d鈥櫭猼re b锚te et de souffrir! Eh bien 鈥?alors tu n鈥檈s qu鈥檜ne dupe,
pas davantage.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> 鈥淭u t鈥檃muses?鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> 漏 Copyright 2001 R. G. Harrison Mouret ne parut pas comprendre tout de suite, mais lorsqu鈥檌l se fut rappel茅 leurs conversations anciennes sur la b锚tise vide et l鈥檌nutile torture de la vie, il r茅pondit: 鈥淪ans doute 鈥?jamais je n鈥檃i tant v茅cu... Ah! mon vieux 鈥?ne te moques pas! Ce sont les heures les plus courtes o霉 l鈥檕n meurt de souffrance.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> Je la veux, je l鈥檃urai... et, s鈥檌l [sic] elle m鈥櫭ヽhappe tu verras les choses que je ferai pour m鈥檈n gu茅rir 鈥?Tu n鈥檈ntends pas cette langue, mon vieux; autrement tu saurais que l鈥檃ction contient en elle sa r茅compense 鈥?agir, cr茅er. Se battre contre les faits, les vaincre ou 锚tre vaincu par eux, toute la joie et toute la sant茅 humaines sont l脿!鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> Simple fa莽on de s鈥檈tourdir, - murmura l鈥檃utre. 鈥淓h bien, j鈥檃ime mieux m鈥櫭﹖ourdir 鈥?crever pour crever 鈥?je pr茅f猫re crever de passion, que de crever d鈥檈nnni.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> [Mourier says: 鈥淚f you think yourself strong because you refuse to be stupid and to suffer, well, then you are just a fool, that鈥檚 all.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> 鈥淎re you enjoying yourself?鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> Mouret did not seem to understand immediately, but when he remembered their earlier conversation about the empty stupidity and the pointless torture of life, he replied, 鈥淥f course 鈥?I have never lived so intensely... Ah! old fellow,
don鈥檛 scoff! The hours when one dies of suffering are shortest.鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> 鈥淚 want her, I will have her... and 鈥?if she escapes me then you鈥檒l see what I do to be cured of it all. You don鈥檛 understand this language, old fellow; otherwise you would know that action is its own reward 鈥?to act, to create. To fight against the facts, to conquer them or be conquered by them, therein lies all human health and happiness!鈥?p style="line-height:25px;text-indent:32px"> 鈥淭hat鈥檚 just acting in order to forget鈥?鈥?muttered the other, 鈥淲ell, I prefer such action 鈥?if perish we must 鈥?I would sooner perish of passion than die of boredom.鈥?(Emile Zola, Au bonheur des dames)]
It is not only I who say this quand m锚me, but she, too, and instinctively so, quand m锚me. That鈥檚 why I saw something grand in her from the very beginning. Only it鈥檚 a confounded pity that she allowed herself to be overwhelmed by disappointments in her youth, overwhelmed in the sense that her old-fashioned religious family felt they had to suppress the active, indeed, highly gifted element in her and so rendered her passive for evermore. If only they hadn鈥檛 broken her in her youth! Or if they had left it at that instead of once again driving her to distraction,
and this time with 5 or 6 or even more women fighting against her alone. Just read Daudet鈥檚 L鈥橢vangeliste about those women鈥檚 intrigues 鈥?those here were different, yet of the same sort.
Oh, Theo, why should I change 鈥?I used to be very passive and very gentle and quiet 鈥?I鈥檓 that no longer, but then I鈥檓 no longer a child either now 鈥?sometimes I feel my own man.
Take Mauve, why is he quick-tempered and difficult to get on with at times? I haven鈥檛 come as far as he has, but I,
too shall go further than I am now.
I tell you, if one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm 鈥?but that鈥檚 a lie, and you yourself used to call it that. That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.
Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don鈥檛 know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank canvas is, which says to the painter, You can鈥檛 do a thing. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of 鈥榶ou can鈥檛鈥?once and for all.
Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears,
any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily. He wades in and does something and stays with it, in short, he violates, 鈥渄efiles鈥?鈥?they say. Let them talk, those cold theologians.
Theo, I feel so much confounded pity for this woman, just because her age and just possibly a liver and gallbladder complaint hang so threateningly over her head. And this is aggravated by emotions. For all that, we shall find out what can or what, fatally, cannot be done. However I shall not do anything without a very good doctor, so I shall do her no harm.
Just because I anticipate that, if our roads should lead us to one and the same place, we might have rather strong differences of opinion 鈥?for that very reason I don鈥檛 want you to be able to hold my dependence on you against me.
I am still in two minds about what I should try to do, but in all probability I shall not be staying on here 鈥?and the question will then be, where to?
I don鈥檛 think you鈥檒l be pleased about my coming to Paris 鈥?but what am I meant to do about that, since you refuse point blank to look after my interests 鈥?all right, but for my part I can鈥檛 possibly leave things as they are. Had you 漏 Copyright 2001 R. G. Harrison written less peremptorily that it was beneath you, I should never have given it a thought, but now 鈥?well, now, I must go my own way.
In short, I have no wish to barter the chance (be it no more than a chance) of making my own way for the certainty of a patronage that is, apres tout, somewhat confining. Since I can see that I am forfeiting my chance of selling by continuing to take money from you, we shall just have to go our separate ways.
Don鈥檛 you think it eminently reasonable that, hearing you say that you won鈥檛 be able to do anything with my work for the next few years, I get the feeling that there is a marked contrast here, that while you stand on your dignity, I 鈥? precisely because I don鈥檛 sell, no matter how hard I work 鈥?am forced to say, 鈥淭heo, I am 25 guilders short, couldn鈥檛 you see your way to letting me have a little bit extra?鈥?Which then proves to be impossible.
What is so very contrary about you is that when one sends you something or one asks, please try to find me an opening with the illustrated papers so that I can earn something 鈥?one hears nothing in reply and you do not lift a finger 鈥?but one is not allowed to say, I can鈥檛 manage on the money. Up to now, at any rate 鈥?but things can鈥檛 go on like this.
And I should like to add that I shan鈥檛 be asking you whether you approve or disapprove of anything I do or don鈥檛 do 鈥?I shall have no scruples, and if I should feel like going to Paris, for example, I shan鈥檛 ask whether or not you have any objection.