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devils； our betters； to the galleys with a T。F。* ＇*Travaux forces。＇ on their shoulders； so that the rich may be convinced that they can sleep in peace。 There is no fun in that； and you are a long while coming to it； for； to begin with； there are two years of nauseous drudgery in Paris； we see all the lollipops that we long for out of our reach。 It is tiresome to want things and never to have them。 If you were a pallid creature of the mollusk order； you would have nothing to fear； but it is different when you have the hot blood of a lion and are ready to get into a score of scrapes every day of your life。 This is the ghastliest form of torture known in this inferno of God's making； and you will give in to it。 Or suppose that you are a good boy； drink nothing stronger than milk； and bemoan your hard lot； you； with your generous nature； will endure hardships that would drive a dog mad； and make a start； after long waiting； as deputy to some rascal or other in a hole of a place where the Government will fling you a thousand francs a year like the scraps that are thrown to the butcher's dog。 Bark at thieves； plead the cause of the rich； send men of heart to the guillotine； that is your work！ Many thanks！ If you have no influence； you may rot in your provincial tribunal。 At thirty you will be a Justice with twelve hundred francs a year （if you have not flung off the gown for good before then）。 By the time you are forty you may look to marry a miller's daughter； an heiress with some six thousand livres a year。 Much obliged！ If you have influence； you may possibly be a Public Prosecutor by the time you are thirty； with a salary of a thousand crowns； you could look to marry the mayor's daughter。 Some petty piece of political trickery； such as mistaking Villele for Manuel in a bulletin （the names rhyme； and that quiets your conscience）； and you will probably be a Procureur General by the time you are forty； with a chance of becoming a deputy。 Please to observe； my dear boy； that our conscience will have been a little damaged in the process； and that we shall endure twenty years of drudgery and hidden poverty； and that our sisters are wearing Dian's livery。 I have the honor to call your attention to another fact： to wit； that there are but twenty Procureurs Generaux at a time in all France； while there are some twenty thousand of you young men who aspire to that elevated position； that there are some mountebanks among you who would sell their family to screw their fortunes a peg higher。 If this sort of thing sickens you； try another course。 The Baron de Rastignac thinks of becoming an advocate； does he？ There's a nice prospect for you！ Ten years of drudgery straight away。 You are obliged to live at the rate of a thousand francs a month； you must have a library of law books； live in chambers； go into society； go down on your knees to ask a solicitor for briefs； lick the dust off the floor of the Palais de Justice。 If this kind of business led to anything； I should not say no； but just give me the names of five advocates here in Paris who by the time that they are fifty are making fifty thousand francs a year！ Bah！ I would sooner turn pirate on the high seas than have my soul shrivel up inside me like that。 How will you find the capital？ There is but one way； marry a woman who has money。 There is no fun in it。 Have you a mind to marry？ You hang a stone around your neck； for if you marry for money； what becomes of our exalted notions of honor and so forth？ You might as well fly in the face of social conventions at once。 Is it nothing to crawl like a serpent before your wife； to lick her mother's feet； to descend to dirty actions that would sicken swinefaugh！never mind if you at least make your fortune。 But you will be as doleful as a dripstone if you marry for money。 It is better to wrestle with men than to wrangle at home with your wife。 You are at the crossway of the roads of life； my boy； choose your way。
〃But you have chosen already。 You have gone to see your cousin of Beauseant； and you have had an inkling of luxury； you have been to Mme。 de Restaud's house； and in Father Goriot's daughter you have seen a glimpse of the Parisienne for the first time。 That day you came back with a word written on your forehead。 I knew it； I could read it'SUCCESS！' Yes； success at any price。 'Bravo；' said I to myself； 'here is the sort of fellow for me。' You wanted money。 Where was it all to come from？ You have drained your sisters' little hoard （all brothers sponge more or less on their sisters）。 Those fifteen hundred francs of yours （got together； God knows how！ in a country where there are more chestnuts than five…franc pieces） will slip away like soldiers after pillage。 And； then； what will you do？ Shall you begin to work？ Work； or what you understand by work at this moment； means； for a man of Poiret's calibre； an old age in Mamma Vauquer's lodging…house。 There are fifty thousand young men in your position at this moment； all bent as you are on solving one and the same problemhow to acquire a fortune rapidly。 You are but a unit in that aggregate。 You can guess； therefore； what efforts you must make； how desperate the struggle is。 There are not fifty thousand good positions for you； you must fight and devour one another like spiders in a pot。 Do you know how a man makes his way here？ By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption。 You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball； or steal among them like a plague。 Honesty is nothing to the purpose。 Men bow before the power of genius； they hate it； and try to slander it； because genius does not divide the spoil； but if genius persists； they bow before it。 To sum it all up in a phrase； if they fail to smother genius in the mud； they fall on their knees and worship it。 Corruption is a great power in the world； and talent is scarce。 So corruption is the weapon of superfluous mediocrity； you will be made to feel the point of it everywhere。 You will see women who spend more than ten thousand francs a year on dress； while their husband's salary （his whole income） is six thousand francs。 You will see officials buying estates on twelve thousand francs a year。 You will see women who sell themselves body and soul to drive in a carriage belonging to the son of a peer of France； who has a right to drive in the middle rank at Longchamp。 You have seen that poor simpleton of a Goriot obliged to meet a bill with his daughter's name at the back of it； though her husband has fifty thousand francs a year。 I defy you to walk a couple of yards anywhere in Paris without stumbling on some infernal complication。 I'll bet my head to a head of that salad that you will stir up a hornet's nest by taking a fancy to the first young； rich； and pretty woman you meet。 They are all dodging the law； all at loggerheads with their husbands。 If I were to begin to tell you all that vanity or necessity （virtue is not often mixed up in it； you may be sure）； all that vanity and necessity drive them to do for lovers； finery； housekeeping； or children； I should never come to an end。 So an honest man is the common enemy。
〃But do you know what an honest man is？ Here； in Paris； an honest man is the man who keeps his own counsel； and will not divide the plunder。 I am not speaking now of those poor bond…slaves who do the work of the world without a reward for their toilGod Almighty's outcasts； I call them。 Among them； I grant you； is virtue in all the flower of its stupidity； but poverty is no less their portion。 At this moment； I think I see the long faces those good folk would pull if God played a practical joke on them and stayed away at the Last Judgment。
〃Well； then； if you mean to make a fortune quickly； you must either be rich to begin with； or make people believe that you are rich。 It is no use playing here except for high stakes； once take to low play； it is all up with you。 If in the scores of professions that are open to you； there are ten men who rise very rapidly； people are sure to call them thieves。 You can draw your own conclusions。 Such is life。 It is no cleaner than a kitchen； it reeks like a kitchen； and if you mean to cook your dinner； you must expect to soil your hands； the real art is in getting them clean again； and therein lies the whole morality of our epoch。 If I take this tone in speaking of the world to you； I have the right to do so； I know it well。 Do you think that I am blaming it？ Far from it； the world has always been as it is now。 Moralists' strictures will never change it。 Mankind are not perfect； but one age is more or less hypocritical than another； and then simpletons say that its morality is high or low。 I do not think that the rich are any worse than the poor； man is much the same； high or low； or wherever he is。 In a million of these human cattle there may be half a score of bold spirits who rise above the rest； above the laws； I am one of them。 And you； if you are cleverer than your fellows； make straight to your end； and hold your head high。 But you must lay your account with envy and slander and mediocrity； and every man's hand will be against you。 Napoleon met with a Minister of War； Aubry by name； who all but sent him to the colonies。
〃Feel your pulse。 Think whether you can get