” Ils n’étaient pas des vieillards, mais des jeunes gens de dix-huit ans extrêmement fanés. Peu de chose eût suffi à effacer ces flétrissures de la vie, et la mort n’aurait pas plus de peine à rendre au visage sa jeunesse qu’il n’en faut pour nettoyer un portrait que seul un peu d’encrassement empêche de briller comme autrefois. Aussi je pensais à l’illusion dont nous sommes dupes quand, entendant parler d’un célèbre vieillard, nous nous fions d’avance à sa bonté, à sa justice, à sa douceur d’âme ; car je sentais qu’ils avaient été, quarante ans plus tôt, de terribles jeunes gens dont il n’y avait aucune raison pour supposer qu’ils n’avaient pas gardé la vanité, la duplicité, la morgue et les ruses.” [Time Regained, 94]
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Andreas Mayor: “They were not old men, there were very young men in an advanced stage of withering. The marks of life were not deeply scored here, and death, when it came, would find it as easy to restore to these features their youthfulness as it is to clean a portrait which only a little surface dirt prevents from shining with its original brilliance. These men made me think that we are victims of an illusion when, hearing talk of a celebrated old man, we instantly make up our minds that he is kind and just and gentle; for I felt that, forty years earlier, these elderly men had been ruthless young men and that there was no reason to suppose that they had not preserved their youthful arrogance and their vanity, their duplicity and their guile.”
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