The couple lives happily in the countryside for a couple of years earlier than returning to Paris. As time wears on, each of his once loyal supporters has discovered success in varying levels, some by unscrupulous means, and he feels left behind in face of consecutive rejections of his works by the conservative but nonetheless authoritative Old Salon. In the top, neither his beloved spouse nor his most loyal good friend Sandoz is ready to lift him from the psychological dumps. ‘Look right here, old man, I, whom you envy, maybe, yes, I, who am starting to get on on the planet, as middle-class individuals say.
Little by little, it has robbed me of my mom, of my spouse, of every little thing I love. It is sort of a germ thrown into the skull, which feeds on the brain, finds its means into the trunk and limbs, and gnaws … Read More