by Katharine Prescott Wormeley (Translator), Honore De Balzac (Author)
" ...]have floated on the future as I did Why was I thinking? Whence comes evil?--who knows Ideas drop into our hearts or into our heads without consulting us. No courtesan was ever more capricious nor more imperious than conception is to artists; we must grasp it, like fortune, by the hair when it comes. Astride upon my thought, like Astolphe on his hippogriff, I was galloping through worlds, suiting them to my fancy. Presently, as I looked about me to find some omen for the bold productions my wild imagination was urging me to undertake, a pretty cry, the cry of a woman issuing refreshed and joyous from a bath, rose ...]."
Number of Pages: 50
Dimensions: 0.1 x 7.99 x 5 IN
Publication Date: July 04, 2015