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FREE DOWNLOAD õ A Cartuxa de Parma â Quantos jovens n o sentir o uma subita paix o pelas primeiras p ginas de A Cartuxa de Parma , convencendo se, de imediato, que , sem d vida, o mais belo romance do mundo, reconhecendo nele o romance que sempre quiseram ler e que lhes servir de pedra de toque para todos os que v o ler depois Refiro me sobretudo aos primeiros cap tulos medida que se avan a na leitura deparamos com um romance diferente, com v rios romances entre si distintos, que v o exigir algumas altera es no modo de participar no que a se passa mas o impulso inicial continuar a fazer sentir o seu efeito Italo Calvino Not bad until the end where it grows maudlin, alas, and becomes a slog Worthwhile overall, but The Red and the Black it isn t Not bad until the end where it grows maudlin, alas, and becomes a slog Worthwhile overall, but The Red and the Black it isn t Stendhal depicts both the amorous passion and the predilection for court intrigue present in the Italian character, yet he does this with an irony and a political analysis indisputably French, thereby producing not only a great realistic novel but a work which comments on the romantic novels that have gone before And yet here is the marvelous part The Charterhouse of Parma, for all its realism, is still an incredibly romantic novel, containing a battle, a duel, a knife fight, various disgui Stendhal depicts both the amorous passion and the predilection for court intrigue present in the Italian character, yet he does this with an irony and a political analysis indisputably French, thereby producing not only a great realistic novel but a work which comments on the romantic novels that have gone before And yet here is the marvelous part The Charterhouse of Parma, for all its realism, is still an incredibly romantic novel, containing a battle, a duel, a knife fight, various disguises for the hero and others, a poetry writing revolutionary highwayman, and the most romantic setting for a love affair possible a passionate encounter between an unjustly imprisoned young nobleman and the beautiful daughter of the prison warden, soon to be married to a rich man she despises None of this, however, turns out quite the way that it would for Dumas pere or Anthony Hope, for that matter for in the world of Stendhal the individual s romantic impulses as in real life are often thwarted by circumstance In 1975, I lugged this paperback along with my brown bag lunch on my trips into the dreary downtown enclave that first fitfully entombed my youthful dreams my dark office at the outset of my thirty year fully pensionable life sentence.As my enthusiasm waned there, though eschewing the ribald loves of my fellow lifers way of all flesh, I found a fond friend in Fabrizio O yes, Stendhal s ever young protagonist, Fabrizio You see, his wayward mom and sparkling little aunt had given this kid a In 1975, I lugged this paperback along with my brown bag lunch on my trips into the dreary downtown enclave that first fitfully entombed my youthful dreams my dark office at the outset of my thirty year fully pensionable life sentence.As my enthusiasm waned there, though eschewing the ribald loves of my fellow lifers way of all flesh, I found a fond friend in Fabrizio O yes, Stendhal s ever young protagonist, Fabrizio You see, his wayward mom and sparkling little aunt had given this kid a very long leash indeed.Careful, ladies His erratically errant psychological type is the kind of persona you have to watch closely As folks had to watch BOTH of us back then For Quixotic at heart, Fabrizio and I had vowed never to rescind our Law of the Quest You see, we were born and remained rather dense na fs, Fabrizio and I And if you re like that, and just let the good times roll, you re only headed for one of of life s many brick walls It s just plain fact.So here is Fabrizio, chafing at the bit for his first Quest, like Lord Byron s Childe Harold, taking off for whatever Lady Luck might throw his way, leaving his childhood ch teau to go onward and outward into the grim facts of life, in a Napoleonic Era paysage moralis.Perhaps it will do him some goodAnd so, when his wonderful questing is rewarded with the Gorgon s head of a thankless coming of age finally reading that, I consoled myself with the empathetic thought that, like him, perhaps my best bet, and my ticket out of this darkly hellish lifelong sentence In an awful office, would be in the cloistered life of peaceful recollection he finally opts for.And that s to a certain extent what I ve been given, now that my pension has locked in A life of peaceful reflection books and meditations on books All I ever wanted And now after my life s disastrous obstacle course how sweet it all is.Now, what I ve said here is only the barest of outlines of Stendhal s whopping good yarn In effect, though, he is preaching his rather coarse make hay while the sun shines to the youth of the Machine Age, who may, like Fabrizio and me, have had their noses otherwise perpetually stuck in a dumb Book of Chivalry.But you know, kind author, for all your robust seat of your pants fictional action and ever apparent arch irony you should know better than to have advised us, the Fabrizio s of the free world, to carpe diem For in your own life as a career diplomat, black tedium dogged your steps to the end But, believing in the Code of a Lifelong Quest, and avoiding your private and perilous affairs of the heart, has brought me and Fabrizio, finally, to the Peace of its Fulfillment JR was writing a little note on a piece of parchment when a cry was heard outside his door Bring him here, the rascal I shall have his head cut off There was a commotion and the door was opened and he recognized Conte Crescenzi, quite inebriated, and spouting forth such obscenities that would have made the most devilish of villains blush Such buffooneries were uttered that even the dogs barking outside were scandalized It was later claimed by the lowest class that at the same moment, insi JR was writing a little note on a piece of parchment when a cry was heard outside his door Bring him here, the rascal I shall have his head cut off There was a commotion and the door was opened and he recognized Conte Crescenzi, quite inebriated, and spouting forth such obscenities that would have made the most devilish of villains blush Such buffooneries were uttered that even the dogs barking outside were scandalized It was later claimed by the lowest class that at the same moment, inside the church of the Sta Elena, tears fell from the Virgin s eyes Now JR had a tiny piece of dagger in his hilt and was ready to stab the Conte had the Conte attempted to draw his rapier Alas, the Conte was there only to abuse the poor gentleman with his words Earlier, he had been visiting a debtor in a rather dreadful tavern full of vagabonds when he heard a drunkard say I say, here s the Conte Crescenzi come to mingle with us dogs I feel thee, better to be with us dogs than a wife who is a bitch to another man Come and drink The crowd inside the tavern was filled with guffaws for the drunkard s insolence The Conte s face blushed with horror He had never heard such an accusation, and from such a lowly person Never before had he doubted his wife s fidelity to him until that moment Thus his heart was filled with great sorrow and he drunk such wine that the Savior would have died had it been all his blood the Conte was drinking Then the suddenly passionate Conte broke into a sonnet he wrote as a boy once when his mother had struck him for pilfering a sou from her purse When he finished the drunken crowd erupted with peals of laughter and insults, for the sonnet was not flattering and very novice It even had a line which said your maternal person is Machiavellian so let me suck the wiliness out of your teat, which seemed rather seditious to the crowd Then a monstrously plump vagabond who liked to call himself Bonaparte made a declaration a friend of mine writes appraisals better than that Jacobinical sonnet The Conte was outraged Give me the name of this libertine and I shall hang him The drunken Conte had fancied that the vagabond had implied that this person who made appraisals better than his sonnets was also the lover of his wife It was his Italian blood, prone to fits of wild imaginings when in frenzy that we can attribute this to And so Bonaparte declared the name JR and informed the furious Conte of his whereabouts Full of zeal, the Conte made haste and left the tavern but not before he insulted the crowd with his profanities that are to be legendary for being astoundingly juvenile at the same time And so this is where our story began, when the Conte arrived at the gentleman s lodgings and here too shall it end After assaulting JR with a furious besmirching, the Conte sat down and asked for some wine Let me wet my dry lips, clown It shall be as wet as the Contessa s buds whenever I take her to be mine, responded JR quite amused by the Conte s audacity to ask for wine from someone he just insulted The Conte s face blushed due to his very Catholic nature, however due to his intoxication he managed to summon some small ounce of courage and take a small knife from his boot to stab JR who was turned back quite busy decanting a Verdicchio JR felt the sharp pain on his back and slowly his vision turned dark until everything was black as a crow s eye Emptiness Death But then light slowly came to him He awoke inside his room with a copy of Stendhal s The Charterhouse of Parma on his face He d fallen asleep on his couch right after reading the novel He smiled That s realism for you, he thought But the smile vanished from his face when he looked at the clock and saw that it displayed the numbers seven fifty eight He sprang up, took a quick shower, changed clothes, got his bag and went out He was late for class