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Life of Chopin

CHAPTER VI
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It was not the bold and masculine air of a descendant of a race of Magnates, who knew nothing but drinking, hunting and making war; neither was it the effeminate loveliness of a cherub couleur de rose.

It was more like the ideal creations with which the poetry of the middle ages adorned the Christian temples: a beautiful angel, with a form pure and slight as a young god of Olympus, with a face like that of a majestic woman filled with a divine sorrow, and as the crown of all, an expression at the same time tender and severe, chaste and impassioned.
"This expression revealed the depths of his being.

Nothing could be purer, more exalted than his thoughts; nothing more tenacious, more exclusive, more intensely devoted, than his affections....

But he could only understand that which closely resembled himself....

Every thing else only existed for him as a kind of annoying dream, which he tried to shake off while living with the rest of the world.


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