The price of 'blind love and devotion'...
Over the years, I've been doing some thinking....Cyrano's blind love and devotion to Roxane is something else I am starting to question. I mentioned in another thread at this board, my reading "Frank Langella's Cyrano" and how he adapted it in such a way that he expanded the role of Lise in the play as a, basically silent observer, who also suffers from unrequited love--she loves Cyrano, but he doesn't notice her love for him, just like Roxane doesn't notice his love for her.
Check out this exchange, in Act One, after the "Then as I end the refrain...Thrust home!" scene as Lise approaches Cyrano with food and drink:
CYRANO: My dear young woman, I cannot accept such a kindness--But, for fear that I may give you pain if I refuse, I will take, oh, not very much! A grape...one only! And a glass of water...and a half a macaroon!
LE BRET: Old idiot! Thank you, Lise!
CYRANO: Oh, one thing more--
(She turns back to him.)
CYRANO: --your hand to kiss. (He does so.) Beautiful downcast eyes! So shy...
(She drifts away.)
Here, with confidence and charm, he speaks, if not flirts, with an attractive woman. However, this confidence dissipates when, after he admits to Le Bret that he loves Roxane:
CYRANO: Think a moment. Think of me--me, whom the plainest woman would despise--Me with this nose of mine that marches on before me by a quarter of an hour.
And what is Lise, then? She willingly came to him, offering him food and drink, and flattered, gave him her hand to kiss!! How can he switch gears so, to be confident in himself with Lise, but to fall all apart at the thought of telling Roxane he loves her? I think he loves the WRONG woman!
He continues to complain....
CYRANO: Now and then, I may grow tender, walking alone in the blue cool of the evening, through some garden with fresh flowers after the benediction of the rain; my poor, big devil of a nose inhales April...and so I follow with my eyes where some boy, with a girl upon his arm, passes a patch of silver...and I feel somehow, I wish I had a woman too, walking with little steps under the moon, and holding my arm so, and smiling. Then I dream--and I forget...And then I see the shadow of my profile on the wall! I have my bitter days, knowing myself so ugly, so alone.
If this were to be taken to today's standards, we'd tell Cyrano to "get real!" He suffers from inverted vanity. He knows he has inner qualities (the gift of poetry, his art and skill as a swordsman and soldier, a man of loyalty to his friends and integrity to his beliefs), that would be admirable to attract a good woman, but he's stuck on the "trophy" of Roxane, the "woman in the world most beautiful". All this angst for having a long-er nose than most.
I say that his love for her is actually his downfall as a man. Who knows how many countless women Cyrano has passed up on, just because he refuses to want and love no one else but Roxane? Just because she was kind to him when they were children growing up together, he develops a love for her--like a fawning puppy. He fears a "mistress with mockery behind her smile," not ever once having mentioned venturing out of the box of his fears to see if he could be wrong about his perception about himself that way, having probably passed up on other potential relationships because of just wanting Roxane.
I once identified with him growing up, as I never felt attractive myself, no matter how gifted I was in other areas of my life, or how good, in spirit and character, I was. But I am beginning not to see myself that way anymore--in that I admire Cyrano's strength of character, his loyalty to his friends, his artistry as a poet and writer, but in love, he's a damnded fool!! To me, it's like when people say that they "can't" find a good man or woman, when there may be such a "good" person right around them, but because they refuse to broaden their requirements, they risk passing up on "the love of a lifetime".
It's pitiful how he cries at the end of the play, regarding losing everything on earth he ever set out to do in life--"all things--all in vain"-!-except for his 'white plume' or 'my shining soul' (of which I prefer the word 'panache' better to describe the essence of his character and spirit.) In death, "I shall find there those souls who should be friends of mine--".
I know, he's only a literary character, but he is part of a universal story--that of overcoming our "shortcomings" in order to achieve our (intimately romantic and passionate) heart's desires. I just hope not to be as blind to true love as he was....