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"
Thought
is
lacking
"
answered
Altamira
,
and
his
face
betrayed
that
contempt
which
is
only
more
deadly
from
the
very
fact
that
a
manifest
effort
is
being
made
to
hide
it
as
a
matter
of
politeness
.
"
You
are
right
,
monsieur
the
comte
,
there
isn
’
t
any
thought
at
all
,
let
alone
enough
to
make
a
conspiracy
.
"
"
I
am
here
because
of
my
name
,
but
thought
is
hated
in
your
salons
.
Thought
must
not
soar
above
the
level
of
the
point
of
a
Vaudeville
couplet
:
it
is
then
rewarded
.
But
as
for
your
man
who
thinks
,
if
he
shows
energy
and
originality
we
call
him
a
cynic
.
Was
not
that
name
given
by
one
of
your
judges
to
Courier
.
You
put
him
in
prison
as
well
as
Béranger
.
The
priestly
congregation
hands
over
to
the
police
everyone
who
is
worth
anything
amongst
you
individually
;
and
good
society
applauds
.
"
The
fact
is
your
effete
society
prizes
conventionalism
above
everything
else
.
You
will
never
get
beyond
military
bravery
.
You
will
have
Murats
,
never
Washingtons
.
I
can
see
nothing
in
France
except
vanity
.
A
man
who
goes
on
speaking
on
the
spur
of
the
moment
may
easily
come
to
make
an
imprudent
witticism
and
the
master
of
the
house
thinks
himself
insulted
.
"
As
he
was
saying
this
,
the
carriage
in
which
the
comte
was
seeing
Julien
home
stopped
before
the
Hôtel
de
la
Mole
.
Julien
was
in
love
with
his
conspirator
.
Altamira
had
paid
him
this
great
compliment
which
was
evidently
the
expression
of
a
sound
conviction
.
"
You
have
not
got
the
French
flippancy
and
you
understand
the
principle
of
utility
.
"
It
happened
that
Julien
had
seen
the
day
before
Marino
Faliero
,
a
tragedy
,
by
Casmir
Delavigne
.
"
Has
not
Israel
Bertuccio
got
more
character
than
all
those
noble
Venetians
?
"
said
our
rebellious
plebeian
to
himself
,
"
and
yet
those
are
the
people
whose
nobility
goes
back
to
the
year
seven
hundred
,
a
century
before
Charlemagne
,
while
the
cream
of
the
nobility
at
M
.
de
Ritz
’
s
ball
to
-
night
only
goes
back
,
and
that
rather
lamely
,
to
the
thirteenth
century
.
Well
,
in
spite
of
all
the
noble
Venetians
whose
birth
makes
so
great
,
it
is
Israel
Bertuccio
whom
one
remembers
.
"
A
conspiracy
annihilates
all
titles
conferred
by
social
caprice
.
There
,
a
man
takes
for
his
crest
the
rank
that
is
given
him
by
the
way
in
which
he
faces
death
.
The
intellect
itself
loses
some
of
its
power
.
"
What
would
Danton
have
been
to
-
day
in
this
age
of
the
Valenods
and
the
Rênals
?
Not
even
a
deputy
for
the
Public
Prosecutor
.
"
What
am
I
saying
?
He
would
have
sold
himself
to
the
priests
,
he
would
have
been
a
minister
,
for
after
all
the
great
Danton
did
steal
.
Mirabeau
also
sold
himself
.
Napoleon
stole
millions
in
Italy
,
otherwise
he
would
have
been
stopped
short
in
his
career
by
poverty
like
Pichegru
.
Only
La
Fayette
refrained
from
stealing
.
Ought
one
to
steal
,
ought
one
to
sell
oneself
?
"
thought
Julien
.
This
question
pulled
him
up
short
.
He
passed
the
rest
of
the
night
in
reading
the
history
of
the
revolution
.
When
he
wrote
his
letters
in
the
library
the
following
day
,
his
mind
was
still
concentrated
on
his
conversation
with
count
Altamira
.
