Letter from the Castle

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If you meet a member of Parliament, he will tell you in a whisper that he can not tell you anything because, since the election of Mr. de Marville, no one has told him anything. Know it, those who know are neither ministers nor deputies. They are three, four, maybe five to follow at every moment what the Head of State wants, the others wait, obey and applaud whatever happens.

No, cousin, I was not in Lyon to attend the coronation of Carlos Conord! Why would I have returned? Everything was already written, and, I am told, even the gazetiers could hardly hear the speeches. Could I have heard some secrets about the new ministers? Come on! the secrets do not leave the Castle.

If you meet a member of Parliament, he will tell you in a whisper that he can not tell you anything because, since the election of Mr. de Marville, no one has told him anything. Know it, those who know are neither ministers nor deputies. They are three, four, maybe five to follow at every moment what the Head of State wants, the others wait, obey and applaud whatever happens.

This old pleasure of the conversation between gazetiers, councilors, deputies, writers sometimes has not disappeared, but the little brotherhood that runs the country is no longer part of it. It works day and night and conspiracies are no longer, as during the reign of François de The Hague, open air. The strange cornets themselves are used with caution and a form of number allows the most eminent to understand each other. One of them even whispers that a very quiet coup d'etat is taking place in silence. Some reforms, perhaps ten, must be made and the rest do not count. Echotaries roam like souls in pain and caricaturists can mock ministers, most of the time no one really knows who they are enlarging their noses or ears.

I can not tell you everything, but if I open the curtain, the man we see does not seek the approval of the good people. He was elected and now he wants to govern. His mind raised all the obstacles during the previous reign and he takes care, every second, to avoid them. The government is dedicated to the administration of things. M. de Marville, believe me, sees in the human paste only an unreasonable matter of which we have nothing to do. He attaches himself with admirable meticulousness to eradicating the slightest political impulse that could have grown and taken root like a thorny bush on the well-ordered masses of his decision-making spirit. The deputies, meanwhile, obey without always knowing to which destination they are led.

Me returns a conversation with one of our brightest minds. He told me about his days at the National Assembly. " We are treated like childrenhe said to me. In no case should we have time, otherwise we could take it to think, to argue, to plot, perhaps. " Tasks succeed one another, he went on, without understanding their real usefulness. For the moment, they do not care. The one they have chosen gathers in his hands more power than any other before him. Today, it is to whom will obtain the privilege of unfolding the step of his carriage, the honor of carrying his cane with ivory pommel.

Admittedly, speeches are sometimes confused and audacity more cautious than what is proclaimed, but M. de Marville still has many annuities - the Sejm of Strasbourg, the towns and villages, the cantons - to distribute. So much deference, however, is not without danger. It is necessary to have a kind of inner hair shirt so as not to yield to the intoxication of permanent power. Soon you can lose the notions of the earth and everything that is not at your altar, prostrate prayer, humble vow, deep depression, is impiety. In truth, as I write this letter, M. de Marville has not yet a real opponent. Paul-Mathieu Mericourt fails every day a little more, Madame du Halga no longer hides her boredom and Leopold de Werther is waiting to preside over his party. There remains to M. de Marville an adversary as brilliant as it is unpredictable, as skilful as it is whimsical, as powerful as he is fragile: himself.

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