Colas Breugnon

Question

Consider the seemingly disparate elements: the dedication to "Saint Martin of Gaul" and the two epigraphs. How do these contextual details subtly foreshadow or reinforce the author's stated intention to present a story focused on simple joys and hearty living, rather than profound philosophical inquiry?

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The dedication to "Saint Martin of Gaul, Patron Saint of Clamecy" and the accompanying proverb, "St. Martin gaily drinks his fill and lets the stream flow to the mill," subtly reinforce the story's focus on simple joys and hearty living. Saint Martin is presented not as a figure of austere piety, but as one who "gaily drinks his fill," connecting him to merriment and the enjoyment of life's pleasures. The proverb, suggesting a carefree flow of a mill's stream, further implies a natural, unforced rhythm and an acceptance of life's bounty, aligning with the idea of hearty living [2].

The epigraph, "There is life in the old dog yet," also contributes to this theme. It suggests resilience and a continued zest for life, even in what might be considered later years. This sentiment directly opposes the notion of a profound philosophical inquiry, which might imply a weariness or a search for ultimate meaning. Instead, it points towards a continued engagement with and enjoyment of life's experiences, emphasizing vitality and a robust spirit, fitting for a story of "simple joys and hearty living" [2]. The author's statement that the book is a "reaction from the constraint of…

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rowing aside all my notes and well-planned scenes, for this trifling work which only came into my head the day before. This book is a reaction from the constraint of “Jean-Christophe,” which, like an outgrown cuirass, fitted well enough at first, but had become too tight for me; I felt an absolute need of something gay, in the true Gallic spirit--even perhaps verging on impropriety. On returning to my native place for the first time since my youth, the renewed contact with the soil of Burgundy woke a past within me which I had believed silent forever; and roused all the Colas…
Passage [2]
COLAS BREUGNON BY ROMAIN ROLLAND Author of “Jean-Christophe” TRANSLATED BY KATHERINE MILLER “There is life in the old dog yet” [Illustration] NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1919 BY HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY The Quinn & Boden Company BOOK MANUFACTURERS RAMWAY NEW JERSEY To SAINT MARTIN OF GAUL PATRON SAINT OF CLAMECY “St. Martin gaily drinks his fill and lets the stream flow to the mill.” _xvith cent. Proverb_ TO THE READER The readers of…
Passage [1]
e to sit down all alone to a good meal,--both ways are best. For some time we had better use for our jaws than to talk. A delicate little shoulder of lamb with cabbage fully occupied us; on top of that a pint of the best, just to clear the mist from our eyes,--you know the proverb, “To eat dry, blinds the eye. Food unwined makes a man blind,” but when we had washed the dust out of our throats we had time to look about and enjoy ourselves. At the next table sat a vicar from the country and an old woman, a farmer’s wife, full of respect for his Reverence, bowing and bending her old head…
Passage [122]
of Orleans at the beginning of a French story, so, as she used to say, “Take kindly to it”! ROMAIN ROLLAND. May, 1914. PREFACE AFTER THE WAR When the War broke out this book was already printed and ready to appear, so I have left it untouched. The grandchildren of Colas Breugnon have just emerged as heroes and victims of a bloody epic, only to show an unquenchable flame to the world. Let me hope that the people of Europe, full of courage in spite of their sufferings, may find some solace in these reflections of “a little lamb caught between the wolf and the shepherd.” …
Passage [4]
it comes between me and my amusement,--there is reason in all things! I took the flight of thirty-six steps up to St. Martin’s at one jump, but all the same by ill-luck I was not in time to see the wedding procession, which had already gone into church; naturally there was nothing left for me to do but to wait and see it come out, but as the service seemed interminably long--the clergy love the sound of their own voices,--I managed to squeeze my way between the bulging corporations of my fellow-citizens, till I found myself just inside the door under a regular human feather-bed. I am…
Passage [115]

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