His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]Zola, Émile
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His Excellency [Son Exc. Eugène Rougon]
Zola, Émile
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
'I do not wish to lay this festering wound bare to you, or to
exaggerate its horror, but it is my duty to remind you of its
existence, so that I may put your Majesty on your guard against the
generous impulses of your own heart. For a moment it was possible to
hope that the energy of the sovereign and the solemnly expressed will
of the nation had swept all abominable periods of public baseness away
without possibility of revival. Events, however, have shown what a
mournful error this was. In the name of the country, sire, I beseech
you not to draw back your powerful hand. The danger does not lie in the
possession of excessive authority, but in the absence of repressive
laws. If you should draw back your hand, sire, you would see the scum
of the people bubbling up, you would at once find yourself overwhelmed
by revolutionary demands, and your most energetic servants would soon
be at a loss how to defend you. I venture to press this upon you
strongly, for the dangers of the morrow would be terrible.
'Liberty without restraint is impossible in a country where there
exists a faction which is obstinately bent upon denying the fundamental
basis of the government. Many long years must elapse before your
Majesty's absolute power is accepted by all, before it effaces from
men's memories the recollection of old struggles, and passes so far
beyond the pale of discussion that it may be discussed without danger.
And outside the principle of despotic power, vigorously exercised,
there is no safety for France. On the day when your Majesty may
consider it your duty to restore to the nation the most harmless of its
liberties, on that day your Majesty will be committed to everything.
One liberty cannot be granted without a second; and then comes a third
one, and everything is swept away, both institutions and dynasties! It
is like an implacable, devouring piece of machinery. First, the tip
of the finger is caught, then the hand is drawn in, then the arm, and
finally the whole body is ground to pieces.
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