CHAPTER X

In proof of crystallisation I shall content myself with recalling the

following anecdote. A young woman hears that Edward, her relation, who

is to return from the Army, is a youth of great distinction; she is

assured that he loves her on her reputation; but he will want probably

to see her, before making a proposal and asking her of her parents. She

notices a young stranger at church, she hears him called Edward, she

thinks of nothing but him--she is in love with him. Eight days later

the real Edward arrives; he is not the Edward of church. She turns pale

and will be unhappy for ever, if she is forced to marry him.

That is what the poor of understanding call an example of the

senselessness of love.

A man of generosity lavishes the most delicate benefits upon a girl

in distress. No one could have more virtues, and love was about to be

born; but he wears a shabby hat, and she notices that he is awkward in

the saddle. The girl confesses with a sigh that she cannot return the

warm feelings, which he evidently has for her.

A man pays his attentions to a lady of the greatest respectability.

She hears that this gentleman has had physical troubles of a comical

nature: she finds him intolerable. And yet she had no intention of

giving herself to him, and these secret troubles in no way blighted his

understanding or amiability. It is simply that crystallisation was made

impossible.

In order that a human being may delight in deifying an object to be

loved, be it taken from the Ardennes forest or picked up at a Bal de

Coulon, that it seems to

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him perfect is the first necessity--perfect by no means in every

relation, but in every relation in which it is seen at the time.

Perfect in all respects it will seem only after several days of the

second crystallisation. The reason is simple--then it is enough to have

the idea of a perfection in order to see it in the object of our love.

Beauty is only thus far necessary to the birth of love--ugliness

must not form an obstacle. The lover soon comes to find his mistress

beautiful, such as she is, without thinking of ideal beauty.

The features which make up the ideally beautiful would promise, if he

could see them, a quantity of happiness, if I may use the expression,

which I would express by the number one; whereas the features of his

mistress, such as they are, promise him one thousand units of happiness.

Before the birth of love beauty is necessary as advertisement: it

predisposes us towards that passion by means of the praises, which we

hear given to the object of our future love. Very eager admiration

makes the smallest hope decisive.

In gallant-love, and perhaps in passion-love during the first five

minutes, a woman, considering a possible lover, gives more weight to

the way in which he is seen by other women, than to the way in which

she sees him herself.

Hence the success of princes and officers.[1] The pretty women of the

Court of old king Lewis XIV were in love with that sovereign.

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Great care should be taken not to offer facilities to hope, before it

is certain that admiration is there. It might give rise to dullness,

which makes love for ever impossible, and which, at any rate, is only

to be cured by the sting of wounded pride.

No one feels sympathy for the simpleton, nor for a smile which

is always there; hence the necessity in society of a veneer of

rakishness--that is, the privileged manner. From too debased a plant we

scorn to gather even a smile. In love, our vanity disdains a victory

which is too easy; and in all matters man is not given to magnifying

the value of an offering.

[1] Those who remarked in the countenance of this young hero a

dissolute audacity mixed with extreme haughtiness and indifference to

the feelings of others, could not yet deny to his countenance that sort

of comeliness, which belongs to an open set of features well formed

by nature, modelled by art to the usual rules of courtesy, yet so far

frank and honest that they seemed as if they disclaimed to conceal the

natural working of the soul. Such an expression is often mistaken for

manly frankness, when in truth it arises from the reckless indifference

of a libertine disposition, conscious of superiority of birth and

wealth, or of some other adventitious advantage totally unconnected

with personal merit.

_Ivanhoe_, Chap. VIII

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