Honoré de Balzac was probably the greatest coffee drinker in European literature. His immense work could not be explained otherwise.
His “La Comédie humaine” (The Human Comedy) alone comprises more than ninety volumes, which he wrote in less than twenty-five years. Besides, he also wrote books under foreign names, newspaper articles, reviews, plays and much more.
Such an achievement could only be achieved by an obsessed worker who repeatedly spurred on his blood with stimulants and continued to drive himself on. His favourite remedy for this was coffee.
He also wrote the most beautiful declaration of love a writer has ever made to coffee:
“The coffee slides down into your stomach, and then everything starts to move: the ideas come like battalions of the great army on the battlefield; the battle begins. Memories arrive in the storm step, like sergeants in the march. The Light Cavalry develops in a magnificent gallop. The artillery of logic roars in with its train and cartouches. The ingenious ideas intervene as tirailleurs in the battle. The figures costume themselves, the paper covers itself with ink, the battle begins and ends under streams of black tide, as the real field battle drowns in black powder smoke.”