A Chateaubriand Dreams the Impossible?

 I tremble when someone speaks well. Certain pages from Fialho and from Chateaubriand make my whole being tingle in all of its pores, makes me rave in a still shiver with impossible pleasure.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, text 259

The world is a prison. A Chateaubriand dreams the impossible? Human life is tedious.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, text 278

We apply the name 'Romantics' both to the great men who failed and to the little men who showed themselves for what they were. But the only similarity between the two is in their overt sentimentality, which in the former denotes an inability to make active use of intelligence, while in the latter it denotes that lack of intelligence itself. A Chateaubriand and a Hugo, a Vigny and a Michelet, are products of the same age. but Chateaubriand is a great soul that was diminished, Hugo a little soul that was inflated by the winds of the day. Virny is a genius that had to flee, Michelet a woman that was forced to be a man of genius. In the father of them all, Jean Jacques Rousseau, the two tendencies coincide.  He possessed, in equal measure, the intelligence of a creator and the sensibility of a slave.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, text 249

It's curious that what little capacity I have for enthusiasm is aroused by hose most unlike me in temperament. I admire no one in literature more than the classical writers, who are the ones I least resembled. Forced to choose between reading only Chateaubriand or Vieira, I would choose Vieira without a moment's hesitation.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, text 71

By comments on the previous post on Chateaubriand made me think about his relationship to Pessoa, or maybe it would be better to think about Pessoa's relationship to Chateaubriand. So, I made a quick run through The Book of Disquiet and culled out all the references to Chateaubriand (I may have missed a couple, so I'll take another look later). It might make an interesting paper at a smaller, quieter conference, to discuss what it is about Chateaubriand's writing that so appealed to both Pessoa and Proust. So, this is the first step, or maybe it's not.