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"
I
have
neither
taste
nor
smell
,
"
he
remarked
,
sniffing
at
his
glass
.
"
This
cold
is
tiresome
.
They
talk
about
medicine
--
what
is
the
good
of
medicine
when
it
ca
n't
cure
a
cold
!
Corvisart
gave
me
these
lozenges
but
they
do
n't
help
at
all
.
What
can
doctors
cure
?
One
ca
n't
cure
anything
.
Our
body
is
a
machine
for
living
.
It
is
organized
for
that
,
it
is
its
nature
.
Let
life
go
on
in
it
unhindered
and
let
it
defend
itself
,
it
will
do
more
than
if
you
paralyze
it
by
encumbering
it
with
remedies
.
Our
body
is
like
a
perfect
watch
that
should
go
for
a
certain
time
;
the
watchmaker
can
not
open
it
,
he
can
only
adjust
it
by
fumbling
,
and
that
blindfold
...
Yes
,
our
body
is
just
a
machine
for
living
,
that
is
all
.
"
And
having
entered
on
the
path
of
definition
,
of
which
he
was
fond
,
Napoleon
suddenly
and
unexpectedly
gave
a
new
one
.
"
Do
you
know
,
Rapp
,
what
military
art
is
?
"
asked
he
.
"
It
is
the
art
of
being
stronger
than
the
enemy
at
a
given
moment
.
That
's
all
.
"
Rapp
made
no
reply
.
"
Tomorrow
we
shall
have
to
deal
with
Kutúzov
!
"
said
Napoleon
.
"
We
shall
see
!
Do
you
remember
at
Braunau
he
commanded
an
army
for
three
weeks
and
did
not
once
mount
a
horse
to
inspect
his
entrenchments
...
We
shall
see
!
"
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
It
was
still
only
four
o'clock
.
He
did
not
feel
sleepy
.
The
punch
was
finished
and
there
was
still
nothing
to
do
.
He
rose
,
walked
to
and
fro
,
put
on
a
warm
overcoat
and
a
hat
,
and
went
out
of
the
tent
.
The
night
was
dark
and
damp
,
a
scarcely
perceptible
moisture
was
descending
from
above
.
Near
by
,
the
campfires
were
dimly
burning
among
the
French
Guards
,
and
in
the
distance
those
of
the
Russian
line
shone
through
the
smoke
.
The
weather
was
calm
,
and
the
rustle
and
tramp
of
the
French
troops
already
beginning
to
move
to
take
up
their
positions
were
clearly
audible
Napoleon
walked
about
in
front
of
his
tent
,
looked
at
the
fires
and
listened
to
these
sounds
,
and
as
he
was
passing
a
tall
guardsman
in
a
shaggy
cap
,
who
was
standing
sentinel
before
his
tent
and
had
drawn
himself
up
like
a
black
pillar
at
sight
of
the
Emperor
,
Napoleon
stopped
in
front
of
him
.
"
What
year
did
you
enter
the
service
?
"
he
asked
with
that
affectation
of
military
bluntness
and
geniality
with
which
he
always
addressed
the
soldiers
.
The
man
answered
the
question
.
