The Memoirs of Victor Hugo by Victor Hugo
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MYSELF.--M. Cousin having addressed a personal observation
to me, I beg to point out to him in turn that his opinion is, in my estimation, merely an opinion and nothing more. I may add that, as I view it, "movement of the language" and decadence have nothing in common. Nothing could be more distinct than these two things. Movement in no way proves decadence. The language has been moving since the first day of its formation; can it be said to be deteriorating? Movement is life; decadence is death. M. COUSIN.--The decadence of the French language began in 1789. MYSELF.--At what hour, if you please? ---------- October 8, 1844. This is what was told to me at to-day's session: Salvandy recently dined with Villemain. The repast over, they adjourned to the drawing-room, and conversed. As the clock struck eight Villemain's three little daughters entered to kiss their father good night. The youngest is named Lucette; her birth cost her mother her reason; she is a sweet and charming child of five years. "Well, Lucette, dear child," said her father, "won't |
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