Honoré de Balzac’s Fifty Cups of Coffee – The New Yorker

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No. 29: I drink fifty cups of coffee every day to be the founder of realism in European literature—but at what cost?

No. 30: Maybe someone else can be the pioneer of this movement.

No. 31: Yeah! Let’s call this hypothetical person something French, something French like “Flaubert.”

No. 32: Oh, I can’t take that chance, what if this “Flaubert” never exists?

FUCKING DYING OF LAUGHTER.  

Honoré de Balzac’s Fifty Cups of Coffee – The New Yorker

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