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The
ambition
of
becoming
a
deputy
,
the
fame
of
Mirabeau
and
the
hundreds
of
thousand
francs
which
he
won
for
himself
will
always
prevent
the
rich
people
in
the
province
from
going
to
sleep
:
they
will
call
that
being
Liberal
and
loving
the
people
.
The
desire
of
becoming
a
peer
or
a
gentleman
of
the
chamber
will
always
win
over
the
ultras
.
On
the
ship
of
state
every
one
is
anxious
to
take
over
the
steering
because
it
is
well
paid
.
Will
there
be
never
a
poor
little
place
for
the
simple
passenger
?
"
"
Is
it
the
last
elections
which
are
forcing
you
out
of
the
province
?
"
"
My
misfortune
goes
further
back
.
Four
years
ago
I
was
forty
and
possessed
500
,
000
francs
.
I
am
four
years
older
to
-
day
and
probably
50
,
000
francs
to
the
bad
,
as
I
shall
lose
that
sum
on
the
sale
of
my
chateau
of
Monfleury
in
a
superb
position
near
the
Rhône
.
"
At
Paris
I
was
tired
of
that
perpetual
comedy
which
is
rendered
obligatory
by
what
you
call
nineteenth
-
century
civilisation
.
I
thirsted
for
good
nature
and
simplicity
.
I
bought
an
estate
in
the
mountains
near
the
Rhine
,
there
was
no
more
beautiful
place
under
the
heavens
.
"
The
village
clergyman
and
the
gentry
of
the
locality
pay
me
court
for
six
months
;
I
invite
them
to
dinner
;
I
have
left
Paris
,
I
tell
them
,
so
as
to
avoid
talking
politics
or
hearing
politics
talked
for
the
rest
of
my
life
.
As
you
know
I
do
not
subscribe
to
any
paper
,
the
less
letters
the
postman
brought
me
the
happier
I
was
.
"
That
did
not
suit
the
vicar
’
s
book
.
I
was
soon
the
victim
of
a
thousand
unreasonable
requests
,
annoyances
,
etc
.
I
wished
to
give
two
or
three
hundred
francs
a
year
to
the
poor
,
I
was
asked
to
give
it
to
the
Paris
associations
,
that
of
Saint
Joseph
,
that
of
the
Virgin
,
etc
.
I
refused
.
I
was
then
insulted
in
a
hundred
ways
.
I
was
foolish
enough
to
be
upset
by
it
.
I
could
not
go
out
in
the
morning
to
enjoy
the
beauty
of
our
mountain
without
finding
some
annoyance
which
distracted
me
from
my
reveries
and
recalled
unpleasantly
both
men
and
their
wickedness
.
On
the
Rogation
processions
,
for
instance
whose
chanting
I
enjoy
(
it
is
probably
a
Greek
melody
)
they
will
not
bless
my
fields
because
,
says
the
clergyman
,
they
belong
to
an
infidel
.
A
cow
dies
belonging
to
a
devout
old
peasant
woman
.
She
says
the
reason
is
the
neighbourhood
of
a
pond
which
belongs
to
my
infidel
self
,
a
philosopher
coming
from
Paris
,
and
eight
days
afterwards
I
find
my
fish
in
agonies
poisoned
by
lime
.
Intrigue
in
all
its
forms
envelops
me
.
The
justice
of
the
peace
,
who
is
an
honest
man
,
but
frightened
of
losing
his
place
,
always
decides
against
me
.
The
peace
of
the
country
proved
a
hell
for
me
.
Once
they
saw
that
I
was
abandoned
by
the
vicar
,
the
head
of
the
village
congregation
,
and
that
I
was
not
supported
by
the
retired
captain
who
was
the
head
of
the
Liberals
they
all
fell
upon
me
,
down
to
the
mason
whom
I
had
supported
for
a
year
,
down
to
the
very
wheel
-
wright
who
wanted
to
cheat
me
with
impunity
over
the
repairing
of
my
ploughs
.
"
In
order
to
find
some
support
,
and
to
win
at
any
rate
some
of
my
law
suits
I
became
a
Liberal
,
but
,
as
you
say
,
those
damned
elections
come
along
.
They
asked
me
for
my
vote
.
"
"
For
an
unknown
man
?
"
