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"
The
will
of
man
is
powerful
,
I
read
it
everywhere
,
but
is
it
enough
to
overcome
so
great
a
disgust
?
The
task
of
all
the
great
men
was
easy
by
comparison
.
However
terrible
was
the
danger
,
they
found
it
fine
,
and
who
can
realise
,
except
myself
,
the
ugliness
of
my
surroundings
?
"
This
moment
was
the
most
trying
in
his
whole
life
.
It
would
have
been
so
easy
for
him
to
have
enlisted
in
one
of
the
fine
regiments
at
the
garrison
of
Besançon
.
He
could
have
become
a
Latin
master
.
He
needed
so
little
for
his
subsistence
,
but
in
that
case
no
more
career
,
no
more
future
for
his
imagination
.
It
was
equivalent
to
death
.
Here
is
one
of
his
sad
days
in
detail
:
"
I
have
so
often
presumed
to
congratulate
myself
on
being
different
from
the
other
young
peasants
!
Well
,
I
have
lived
enough
to
realise
that
difference
engenders
hate
,
"
he
said
to
himself
one
morning
.
This
great
truth
had
just
been
borne
in
upon
him
by
one
of
his
most
irritating
failures
.
He
had
been
working
for
eight
days
at
teaching
a
pupil
who
lived
in
an
odour
of
sanctity
.
He
used
to
go
out
with
him
into
the
courtyard
and
listen
submissively
to
pieces
of
fatuity
enough
to
send
one
to
sleep
standing
.
Suddenly
the
weather
turned
stormy
.
The
thunder
growled
,
and
the
holy
pupil
exclaimed
as
he
roughly
pushed
him
away
.
"
Listen
!
Everyone
for
himself
in
this
world
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
burned
by
the
thunder
.
God
may
strike
you
with
lightning
like
a
blasphemer
,
like
a
Voltaire
.
"
"
I
deserve
to
be
drowned
if
I
go
to
sleep
during
the
storm
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
,
with
his
teeth
clenched
with
rage
,
and
with
his
eyes
opened
towards
the
sky
now
furrowed
by
the
lightning
.
"
Let
us
try
the
conquest
of
some
other
rogue
.
"
The
bell
rang
for
the
abbé
Castanède
’
s
course
of
sacred
history
.
That
day
the
abbé
Castanède
was
teaching
those
young
peasants
already
so
frightened
by
their
father
’
s
hardships
and
poverty
,
that
the
Government
,
that
entity
so
terrible
in
their
eyes
,
possessed
no
real
and
legitimate
power
except
by
virtue
of
the
delegation
of
God
’
s
vicar
on
earth
.
"
Render
yourselves
worthy
,
by
the
holiness
of
your
life
and
by
your
obedience
,
of
the
benevolence
of
the
Pope
.
Be
like
a
stick
in
his
hands
,
"
he
added
,
"
and
you
will
obtain
a
superb
position
,
where
you
will
be
far
from
all
control
,
and
enjoy
the
King
’
s
commands
,
a
position
from
which
you
cannot
be
removed
,
and
where
one
-
third
of
the
salary
is
paid
by
the
Government
,
while
the
faithful
who
are
moulded
by
your
preaching
pay
the
other
two
-
thirds
.
"
Castanède
stopped
in
the
courtyard
after
he
left
the
lesson
-
room
.
"
It
is
particularly
appropriate
to
say
of
a
curé
,
"
he
said
to
the
pupils
who
formed
a
ring
round
him
,
"
that
the
place
is
worth
as
much
as
the
man
is
worth
.
I
myself
have
known
parishes
in
the
mountains
where
the
surplice
fees
were
worth
more
than
that
of
many
town
livings
.
There
was
quite
as
much
money
,
without
counting
the
fat
capons
,
the
eggs
,
fresh
butter
,
and
a
thousand
and
one
pleasant
details
,
and
there
the
curé
is
indisputably
the
first
man
.
There
is
not
a
good
meal
to
which
he
is
not
invited
,
fêted
,
etc
.
"
