The swaying carriage traveled along the Seine River, the gentle sunlight streaming through the window onto the novel in Arthur's hands.
The mottled light and shadows were like scraps of paper, dividing the text into isolated islands.
Arthur had read Balzac's novels long ago, but compared to the first time when he viewed them purely as entertainment, this time he read with exceptional seriousness and discovered many more interesting aspects.
Only now did he finally understand why later generations regarded Balzac's works as a living encyclopedia of 19th century France.
His books not only reflected the lifestyle of Paris, but many characters also seemed particularly familiar.
The character named Putuoleng in the novel exuded the likeness of Victor everywhere, but perhaps due to the fan filter, Balzac wrote Putuoleng as much more handsome and aloof than Victor himself.
