The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Vol. 1

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Title: The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Vol. 1 (of 8) Boule de Suif
and Other Stories
Author: Guy de Maupassant
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The Works of
Guy de Maupassant
VOLUME I
BOULE DE SUIF
AND OTHER STORIES

NATIONAL LIBRARY COMPANY
NEW YORK
1909
BIGELOW, SMITH & CO.
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CONTENTS
PAGE INTRODUCTION x
BOULE DE SUIF 1
MISS HARRIET 54
FRANCESCA AND CARLOTTA RONDOLI 82
CHÂLI 117
THE UMBRELLA 131
MY UNCLE SOSTHENES 143
HE? 152

A PHILOSOPHER 162
ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR! 171
A MEETING 179
THE LITTLE CASK 190
HOW HE GOT THE LEGION OF HONOR 198
THE ACCURSED BREAD 206
WHAT WAS REALLY THE MATTER WITH ANDREW 213
MY LANDLADY 221
THE HORLA, OR MODERN GHOSTS 228
LOVE. THREE PAGES FROM A SPORTSMAN'S BOOK 263
THE HOLE 270
SAVED 279
BELLFLOWER 286
THE MARQUIS DE FUMEROL 293
THE SIGNAL 303
THE DEVIL 311
EPIPHANY 321
IN THE WOOD 336
A FAMILY 343
JOSEPH 350

THE INN 358
UGLY 376

WORKS OF GUY DE MAUPASSANT

INTRODUCTION
BY
ARTHUR SYMONS
The first aim of art, no doubt, is the representation of things as they are.
But then things are as our eyes see them and as our minds make them;
and it is thus of primary importance for the critic to distinguish the
precise qualities of the eyes and minds which make the world into
imaginative literature. Reality may be so definite and so false, just as it
may be so fantastic and so true; and, among work which we can
apprehend as dealing justly with reality, there may be quite as much
difference in all that constitutes outward form and likeness as there is
between a Dutch interior by Peter van der Hooch, the portrait of a king
by Velasquez, and the image of a woman smiling by Leonardo da Vinci.
The soul, for instance, is at heart as real as the body; but, as we can
hear it only through the body speaking, and see it only through bodily
eyes, and measure it, often enough, only in the insignificant moment of
its action, it may come to seem to us, at all events less realizable; and
thus it is that we speak of those who have vividly painted exterior
things as realists. Properly speaking, Maupassant is no more a realist
than Maeterlinck. He paints a kind of reality which it is easier for us to
recognize; that is all.
Every artist has his own vision of the world. Maupassant's vision was
of solid superficies, of texture which his hands could touch, of actions
which his mind could comprehend from the mere sight of its incidents.
He saw the world as the Dutch painters saw it, and he was as great a

master of form, of rich and sober color, of the imitation of the outward
gestures of life, and of the fashion of external things. He had the same
view of humanity, and shows us, with the same indifference, the same
violent ferment of life--the life of full-blooded people who have to
elbow their way through the world. His sense of desire, of greed, of all
the baser passions, was profound: he had the terrible logic of animalism.
Love-making, drunkenness, cheating, quarreling, the mere idleness of
sitting drowsily in a chair, the gross life of the farmyard and the fields,
civic dissensions, the sordid provincial dance of the seven deadly sins,
he saw in the same direct, unilluminating way as the Dutch painters;
finding, indeed, no beauty in any of these things, but getting his beauty
in the deft arrangement of them, in the mere act of placing them in a
picture. The world existed for him as something formless which could
be cut up into little pictures. He saw no farther than the lines of his
frame. The interest of the thing began inside that frame, and what
remained outside was merely material.
A story of Maupassant, more than almost anything in the world, gives
you the impression of manual dexterity. It is adequately thought out,
but it does not impress you by its thought; it is clearly seen, but it