Therese desqueyroux mauriac pdf

Pourquoi pas mortelle? Cet homme geignard, pourquoi donc avait-il si peur de ce qui sans retour l'apaiserait? Il s'endormait avant elle. Dieu merci, il ne l'approchait plus l'amour lui paraissant, de tous les exercices, le plus dangereux pour son coeur. Le brouillard avait l'odeur de l'automne. Il suffi que tu m'en parles pour que je le sente de nouveau. Tu crois aussi que c'est nerveux?

Bernard tenait de M. La politique, d'ailleurs. Mais faut-il faire ou non la part du feu? Puis je rentrais ; je somnolais devant le feu du salon ou de la cuisine, servie en tout par tante Clara. Vous croyez que je brigue cet honneur? Sans doute avait-il feint de partager les intentions d'Anne Mais comment peut-on se fixer, madame? Que sais-je de Bernard, au fond? Ai-je subi un charme physique? Dieu, non! Eh bien?

Qu'il sache, en tout cas, que je ne me suis pas rendue sans lutte. Ses yeux se fermaient sur La Petite Gironde. Dans sa petite figure vieillie, ses yeux brillaient. Tu poses pour l'affranchie Oui, oui, C'est entendu : tu as Cru bien faire ; tu me trahissais pour me sauver, hein? Paris n'est pas si grand ; je le trouverai dans Paris Sans doute estimait-il que cette provinciale ne valait pas l'ennui d'une correspondance. D'abord, une femme enceinte, cela ne fait jamais un beau souvenir.

Au vrai, il la croyait capable, comme la petite Anne, de le prendre au mot, de quitter tout et de le suivre. Il ne redoutait rien autant que victoire, que le fruit de la victoire. Il se souciait non de moi, mais de ce que je portais dans mes flancs. Ne mange pas de poisson Je perdais le sentiment de mon existence individuelle.

Les vieux platanes de la Place disputaient encore leurs feuilles au vent pluvieux. Aucun ami. Pourquoi avait-il choisi cette vie? Et, pour les oeuvres, il laisse tout tomber. Avaient-ils seulement un vocabulaire commun? Voyez cette peau brune, ces yeux de jais. Toujours un berceau attire les femmes ; mais Anne, plus qu'aucune autre, maniait l'enfant avec une profonde joie.

Sortir du monde Mais comment? Bernard vivait dans la terreur de l'incendie, et de nouveau souffrait de son coeur. Il ne pleuvrait jamais plus Elle trouvait injuste que les flammes choisissent toujours les pins, jamais les hommes. La voici au moment de regarder en face l'acte qu'elle a commis.

Le tocsin ne sonne pas. Elle s'est tue par paresse. Une seule fois, et ce sera fini. Deux ou trois feux dans l'ombre : la gare de Saint-Clair.

Pauvre docteur! Grippe infectieuse, sans doute : la grippe, cela dit tout. Si le grand homme avait eu le temps de venir, il aurait obtenu toute la gloire de cette cure. Et ce qui suivit! Trouve autre chose, malheureuse! Qu'est-ce qu'on te veut?

Pourquoi te fait-on du mal? Que peut-elle redouter? S'il ouvrait les bras pourtant, sans rien demander! Deux ombres s'avancent. Tu trouveras dans la chambre une tasse de bouillon, du poulet froid. Tout de suite, si vous voulez, je m'enfonce dans la nuit. Elles me connaissent ; nous nous connaissons. Vous osez avoir un avis? Pas un mot de plus.

Pourquoi tout ce drame? Il n'y a pas prescription, Dieu merci! Moi, je m'efface : la famille compte seule. Dieu me jugera. Elle aurait voulu le supplier de s'exprimer plus simplement. D'autre part, je veux me garder le mieux possible Non : horreur. Vos repas vous seront servis par Balionte dans votre chambre.

Pourquoi serait-ce? Mais les raisons plausibles ne manqueront pas. Mais, ce soir, Bernard avait le sentiment de sa force ; il dominait la vie. Mais il est temps encore. Je vous laisse jusqu'au jour. Reconnaissez au moins ce qu'il a fait pour vous. Tout rentrait dans l'ordre. Ainsi songeait Bernard. D'ailleurs, la justice n'y perdrait rien. Il sortit, la laissant dans le noir. Des tisons vivaient encore sous la cendre. Elle ne bougeait pas. Comme si cela avait pu compter le moins du monde!

Mais moi, mais moi, mais moi Pourquoi ne pas fuir? La poursuivraient-ils? Mais elle n'a pas d'argent ; des milliers de pins lui appartiennent en vain : sans l'entremise de Bernard, elle ne peut toucher un sou. Un bateau Ne sont-ils pas capables de la livrer comme ils l'ont dit? Aconitine : granules no 2o. Digitaline sol : 2o grammes. Elle relit ces mots, ces chiffres. Elle a toujours eu la terreur de mourir. Pourquoi redouter ce sommeil plus que tout autre sommeil?

Si elle frissonne, c'est que le petit matin est froid. Les volets filtrent le jour naissant. L'oreiller noie un profil encore informe. Qu'est- ce que la mort? On ne sait pas ce qu'est la mort. Balionte a rabattu les volets dans la chambre de tante Clara. La chasse retenait Bernard jusqu'au soir. La nuit tombe vite en octobre. L'opinion du bourg lui paraissait plus favorable. Bernard l'entoure beaucoup, mais le moral est atteint Le premier jour de mauvais temps Elle vit Bernard assis sur une chaise basse, devant le feu, et qui soudain se mit debout.

Balion interrompit le nettoyage d'un fusil ; Balionte laissa choir son tricot. Ne le savez-vous pas? Il est entendu que vous aimez mieux vivre seule et que je viens souvent vous voir. Elle demanda comment allait Marie. Il dit qu'elle allait bien, et qu'elle partait le lendemain avec Anne et Mme de la Trave pour Beaulieu.

Au petit jour sombre, elle entendit Balion atteler. Toujours du confit ou du jambon. Bernard lui avait interdit la volaille. Elle parlait, expliquait son coeur, et l'orchestre jouait en sourdine. Nous publierons ce journal d'une femme d'aujourd'hui dans notre revue. Et demain soir? Non plus. Presque jamais Paris grondait comme le vent dans les pins. Etre sans famille! Mais je te jure qu'elle vide bien toute sa bouteille. Elle finira par nous mettre le feu.

Attends un peu que je te les change souvent! On s'agenouillait autour de son grabat. A peine entend-elle les criailleries. Que crie la vieille? Que M. Comment vivre sans fumer? Question de convenance, assure-t-il ; pour moi, j'ai le sentiment qu'il veut se faire une opinion sur vous savez quoi. Download Free PDF. Eamon Maher. A short summary of this paper. For more information, please contact arrow. They know their own misery. People who 'wear their hearts on their au fait with twentieth century French Christian letters.

The literary ftlth of flesh', someone who is far from virtuous, who critic's intuition was subsequently proved to be is, in fact, a potential murderess and for whom the correct. The novel opens after Mauriac won the Nobel Prize for literature in Therese's trial for the attempted murder of her Success came quickly to him and yet his writings husband.

We are introduced to a feeble, pale woman reveal a spiritual anguish and a constant questioning with a high forehead who seems 'condemned to an of his faith. A sincere Catholic himself, he was no less eternity of loneliness' p. And this in spite of the scathing in his attacks on the pharisaic attitude of fact that the case against her has been dismissed. He local politician, who hides himself in the shadows for aroused anger among some Catholics for his portrayal fear of being spotted in public in the company of his of the hypocrisy of the bourgeois class for whom criminal daughter.

His concern is that the trial may religion had more to do with social standing than with have damaged his political reputation and he talks to any sincere search for the truth. Authenticity was all-important to Mauriac and When she tentatively suggests that she might spend a many of his characters, especially the ones to whom few days with him in his house he baulks at the idea, he was most attached, share with their creator an saying that it is more vital than ever now that she and inability to hide behind a mask, to conform to social her husband be seen to be a united couple.

Therese Desqueyroux is a striking example of Therese thus prepares the 'confession' she will a Mauriacian character who rebels against the role make to Bernard. In the train journey to Argelouse,2 which is assigned to her through marriage and who the country residence where her husband is turns to crime as a means of possible revenge. When convalescing, she contemplates the events that led up Mauriac displays sympathy for this woman who to her crime.

She realises that her marriage to Bernard attempts to poison her husband, he knows that he is had been her long-cherished ambition. The estates of treading on dangerous ground. In the foreword of the the two families were adjoining one another and novel he seeks to explain his position.

She had property in her Many will feel surprise that I should give blood and was attracted to Bernard because of his imagined life to a creature more odious than any wealth and standing - so her motives were far from character in my other books.

Why, they will ask, pure. But a marriage based on property did not yield have I never anything to say to those who ooze happiness. He didn't possess his wife's intellectual prowess and, in fact, thought very little about any abstract issues.

From a very early stage it was obvious to Therese that the marriage did not bring her fulfilment: Everything which dates from before my marriage I see now as bathed in a light of purity - doubtless because that time stands out in such vivid contrast to the indelible filth of my wedded life p.

An endless tunnel Strong words indeed. The problem lies not so much with Bernard as with Therese herself. She feels trapped in a cage from which there seems to be no escape. She sees her life extending in front of her like: an endless tunnel, that I was driving ahead into a darkness which grew more dense the further I advanced, so that I sometimes wondered whether I should suffocate before I reached the open air again pp.

If this were not bad enough, things are further exacerbated by the news, received at the end of her honeymoon, that her animalistic ritual to which she is forced to submit. She great friend and sister-in-law, Anne de la Trave, has sees Bernard as a beast in the throes of passion: 'a fallen in love with Jean Azevedo.

Therese, on reading madman, an epileptic'. Marriage has legitimised this Anne's passionate account of this romance, compares sort of behaviour. The family ask Therese to intervene it to the sterility of her own relationship with Bernard. Respectability and appearances; these were the Nothing is so severing as the frenzy that seizes guiding factors in the life of Bernard and in that of his upon our partner in the act. I always saw Bernard family. Therese, on Anne's request, while I lay like a corpse, motionless, as though fearing that, at the slightest gesture on my part, agreed to meet Jean Azevedo.

To her surprise, she this madman, this epileptic, might strangle me. He listened to Therese's opinions, which Mauriac's jansenism is all too apparent in Bernard never did, treated her as an equal. A few descriptions such as this. Therese, as is the case with months pregnant, Therese was gratified, even slightly many of his characters, is incapable of dissociating the embarrassed, by the attentions of this young man flesh from sin.

The sexual act is reduced to a type of whose life was so different from hers. The words are that she 'bore within her the future master of in inverted commas in the text in order to underline unnumbered trees' p.

She felt as though she worries only about how he is perceived by others. He were suffocating in the mundane provincial life that uses religion as a means of strengthening his feeling she was compelled to lead. Her suffocation included of respectability and moral superiority.

The heroine revulsion to the sexual act. Like Madame Bovary she realises that it is unrealistic to expect forgiveness from had a romantic addiction to the Grand Passion but, a man as sure of his virtue as her husband is. When unlike Haubert's character, hers was an emotional and she reaches Argelouse, instead of being given an cerebral non-physical experience.

Also, Therese opportunity to explain her actions, she is forced to possessed an intelligence with which poor Emma was listen to her husband laying down the law. They will never endowed. He did not The first step testify against her only for fear that it might damage their daughter's future. Their marriage is over but they Mauriac shows all his sharpness as a psychologist will keep up appearances. The bulk That night, after her husband has finally stopped of the novel deals with the 'preparation' of the talking, Therese is left l.

It is here that actively considers ending her life. She lays down a the catharsis begins. She appears to be even more a challenge to God: victim than Bernard, incapable as she is of controlling the evil within her. Bernard, being something of a If that being really did exist On a very warm and sultry was still time. Or, if it was his will that a poor summer's day, when everyone was preoccupied by the blind soul should open for itself a way to death, fire in a nearby forest in Mano, he enters the room and let him at least receive with love the monster he had made p.

Therese notices him doing so and realises that he has already taken his daily Before she can take the poison which will end her dose: 'She said nothing, partly because she was too life she is interrupted by the sudden commotion in the lazy to speak, partly, too, no doubt, because she was house and the news that her aunt Clara has been found tired' p. A prayer answered? It would appear Mauriac is careful to let the reader know that there so.

Some critics maintain that the death of Aunt Clara, was nothing premeditated in her inaction. She is who had genuine affection for her niece, is a sacrifice sleepy and distracted, too tired to speak. That night, made to save Therese, a type of substitution of souls if Bernard was terribly sick.