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He has also been mistakenly given the forename François-Auguste in an 1811 edition, but signed all his worked as just Chateaubriand or M. le vicomte de Chateaubriand.
sad story but i like it the first part of these memoirs traversed by history, where the melancholy words hard to believe in the reality of the world, where the vanity of things always shines, is the most personal. Because the writer does not only tells them what he called his first career soldier and traveler, but the beginning of a life that is revealed to us as a story of training: the young Breton knight soon left for America and the aristocrat who fought in the army of the Princes, emigrated to England, before returning to France to become Chateaubriand.