If you decide to join up with me, I want it to be because you're making a rational choice, not because you've been pushed by passion or despair. - Honoré de Balzac

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If you decide to join up with me, I want it to be because you're making a rational choice, not because you've been pushed by passion or despair.

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About Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de Balzac (20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850) was a French novelist. Along with Flaubert, he is generally regarded as a founding father of realism in European literature.

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Alternative Names: Balzac Horace de Saint- Aubin Onoreh deh Balzaḳ Lord R'Hoone Ônôrē de Balzaq Jeune ceélibataire Onore de Balzak Honorato De Balzac H. Balzak Honoreé De Balzac H. Balzac Horace de S.- Aubin Honoriusz Balzac Un Jeune ceélibataire Lord O'Rhoone Ūnūrīh dī Balzāk R'Hoone Onore de Bal'zak Hônôrê đơ Banzăc Honore de Balzak de. Balzac Honorato Balzac Horace de Saint-Aubin Honoré de Balsac Honoreé de Balzac Baruzakku Pa-erh-cha-kʻo Honoré. Balzac Honoreé DeBalzac Onore. Bal'zak Onorato di Balzac Honoriusz. Balzac H. de Balzac Onore Balzéak Honoriusz. Balzak Instituteur Matricante Pa-erh-cha-kò Saint Aubin Ba’erzhake Honoryusz. Balzac Abbeé Savonati Honoräe de Balzac Honoratus de Balzac A. de Villergleé Honoré Balssa Honoré De Balzac Ba'erzhake Saint Aubin de Poitiers M. de Balzac Onore Balʹzak Honore de Bal'zac Balzak H. de. Balzac Honoreé von Balzac Honore de Balzac Jeune ceelibataire Honoree De Balzac Honoree de Balzac Un Jeune ceelibataire Honore de Balsac Honore. Balzac Honoree DeBalzac Onore Balzeak Pa-erh-cha-ko Abbee Savonati A. de Villerglee Honore Balssa Honoree von Balzac
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This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army on the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensign to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of wit start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

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