In this France of intellect, which is also a France of pessimism, Schopenhauer has perhaps become more at home, and more indigenous than he has ever been in Germany; not to speak of Heinrich Heine, who has long ago been re incarnated in the more refined and fastidious lyrists of Paris; or of Hegel, who at present, in the form of Taine the of living historians exercises an almost tyrannical influence.