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Two days have passed since the poetry was published, and the butterfly effect of "The Afternoon of the Faun" continues to spread. Baudelaire was the first to cause a sensation in the poetry world, and through word of mouth among literati, the sales of Le Figaro actually increased briefly because of this poem.

Even the literary critics Sainte-Beuve and Mérimée took note of this poem by Gallien.

Sainte-Beuve may be remembered more for his ardent admirer of Hugo and the man who cuckolded him, but he was also a literary critic of great repute and wrote an astonishing number of brilliant works of criticism during his lifetime. For Garian's "Afternoon of the Faun", he did not hesitate to praise himself.

With his pipe in his mouth, as if he had discovered a new continent, he couldn't wait to write a review of "The Faun's Afternoon" in the literary section.

"This is a great poem, and I can even admit unceremoniously that since the ban on The Flower of Evil and the death of Muse, the poetry world has been dead, and we are all careful not to be hurt by the 'shackles' that suppress freedom. "Afternoon of the Faun" is like a clear stream, injecting a breath of vitality into the dreary Paris...... Perhaps, like the goddess Pan An incarnated in the poem, we yearn for the freedom of incarnating in the image of the goddess. ”

When Sainte-Beuve published this literary review, it caused a stir with one stone.

Napoleon once said that what is more terrible than weapons is the newspaper. Therefore, when his nephew Napoleon III inherited the throne, he has been suppressing the freedom of public opinion in the literary and artistic circles, restricting them from speaking and advocating for the republican form of government, clamping down on the mouthpiece, and seizing the high ground of public opinion.

When an increasingly prosperous and stable Paris collided with the government's high-voltage line to curb freedom of opinion, the anger that had accumulated in the chests of the people finally found an outlet.

"Afternoon of the Faun" punctures the anger wrapped in the pocket.

As for Mérimée, who has always spoken for the Bonapartes, he also openly stated that in addition to the possible "metaphors" in poetry, "The Afternoon of the Faun" is indeed a rare masterpiece.

Driven by the celebrity effect, this poem began to circulate in literary circles.

Unbeknownst to Garion at this time, the poems he had written had set off a chain effect.

Mrs. Florence prepares dinner as usual, and this time he invites Garian to dinner, thanking him for helping him solve his worst problems with his neighbor.

At the dinner table, Madame de Ferroland ate bread and chatted casually.

"Mr. Garrian, are you looking for a job right now?"

"It's been a busy few days."

Gripped the borscht in his mouth and said, "I've been writing something lately, and I'd like to try to submit it to newspapers and publishers." ”

"Writing?"

Hearing that Garion was also writing, Mrs. Florand suddenly frowned, and she advised bitterly, "Mr. Garion, you can't learn from that Zola, after all, this line of work requires a little talent, you see how long the person opposite has been writing, has he ever published a word?" It's not like you can't afford to eat until now? Thinking about daydreaming without talent is the deadliest. ”

Garion couldn't hold back a smile, but he couldn't refute anything, so he nodded and agreed with her.

As Garion was trying to change the subject, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Florand quickly got up to open the door, where she saw a strange man standing in the doorway, taking off his hat and saluting her.

Mrs. Ferrorand hesitated, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Is Mr. Garrian here, please? I'm the president of Michelle Press. ”

Hearing that the other party was looking for Garian, Mrs. Ferrorand quickly turned her head and said, "Mr. Garion, someone is looking for you." ”

Garian came out of the living room, looked at Michelle for a moment, and hurriedly walked over.

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Michelle to come in person, what a surprise." ”

Garion hurriedly invited the other party to his rental house for a while, Michelle waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, Garion, I came here today to inform you that your poems have been published in Le Figaro."

Garion said with some surprise, "Really? ”

"Also, please tell me that Zola's novel has been approved, and the first edition will be published tomorrow at the price of 25 thousand words. This is your manuscript fee. ”

Obviously, he didn't expect his poems to be published so quickly, and he didn't expect that it would have caused a chain effect in the literary world by now.

The price of 25 thousand words, even Garion began to be jealous of Zola's income, if the book was completed according to 300,000 words, the income from the manuscript fee after the writing of "The Tavern" was equivalent to the income of a poor family in Paris for 6 years.

Michel handed the newspaper clipped under his arm along with 30 francs to Garion, and he continued, "By the way, there is one more thing, Baudelaire wants to invite you to his literary salon next week, I wonder if you have time?" ”

"Baudelaire?"

"Yes, Monsieur Baudelaire is interested in your poetry, and I hope you will be able to attend his literary salon."

Hearing the name, Garion was visibly stunned. He didn't expect his poems to catch Baudelaire's attention, but it was an opportunity, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take the time to participate." ”

"Goodbye then, Galion."

"Goodbye, Mr. Michelle."

After saying goodbye to Michelle, Mrs. Florand, who was standing behind the door, listened to the whole conversation, she walked up to him in surprise, looked at the young man in front of her, changed her previous disdainful tone, and exclaimed, "My God, what you wrote is published, Gallian?" ”

In her eyes, this trouser man from other provinces doesn't look like an intellectual who can write poetry. In these years, literati, as the "conscience of society", their status is very high.

Although just now she also questioned whether Garion could make money by writing things.

"Sort of, but it's just a poem."

Garian handed the newspaper to Mrs. Ferrorand, and when she saw that the work was only in the corner of the inconspicuous poetry column of Le Figaro, her original surprise was swept away, and she said, "Oh, it's just a small section." Not bad, though, but Mr. Garion, can you make a living by writing poetry? I've heard that a lot of writers have become famous by the big literary critics. Like Monsieur Sainte-Beuve, for example. ”

Speaking of Sainte-Beuve, Madame de Florence still revered him, after all, her husband had always mentioned him during his lifetime.

Garion just smiled calmly and didn't speak. Suddenly, there was another hurried sound at the door.

Mrs. Florand went to open the door, only to see Zola panting in the doorway.

"Isn't this our great writer? Is there anything wrong with knocking on the door so late? ”

Mrs. Ferrorant, who had never given Zola a good face because of the problem of renting, said bitterly, "Look at Mr. Garion, who is now able to publish poetry in small sections of the press. Has your article been published? ”

Zola ignored Mrs. Felorant, but took the newspaper in his hand and said to Garion breathlessly, "Quick, Gallian, Sainte-Beuve has written a review for your "Afternoon of the Faun!" ”

"Holy ...... Boff? ”

This time Madame Ferlor's face changed, and she said in disbelief, "You mean that...... M. Sainte-Beuve who writes reviews for great writers? ”