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
'And, sire, since I have ventured to express myself so freely on this
matter, I will make this further remark. Parliamentary rule once
destroyed a French monarchy; do not let us allow it to destroy an
empire. The Corps Législatif ventures to interfere too much as it is.
Do not allow it any share in directing the sovereign's policy. To do so
would only give rise to the most vehement and deplorable discussions.
The last general elections have once again testified to the country's
gratitude, but none the less, no fewer than five candidates were
elected whose disgraceful success ought to serve as a warning. To-day
the all-important question is to prevent the formation of an opposition
minority; and, what is still more important, is to take care not to
provide it--if by chance it should come into existence--with weapons
which might enable it to contend against the constituted authority with
yet greater impudence than now. A parliament which holds its tongue is
a parliament which does some work.
'As for the press, sire, it is turning liberty into license. Since
I entered the ministry I have read the reports carefully, and every
morning I am filled with fresh disgust. The press is the receptacle
of nauseous leaven of every kind. It foments revolutions, it is an
ever-burning fire which serves to kindle great conflagrations. It will
only become useful when we have brought it under our authority and can
use its influence as an instrument of government. At present I say
nothing of other forms of liberty, such as the liberty of combination,
of public meeting, or of doing anything a man likes. These, however,
are all respectfully asked for in "Friend Jacques's Evening Chats."
Later on they will be demanded. That is what I am afraid of. I hope
that your Majesty will fully understand me. It is necessary that
France should for a long time yet feel the weight of a hand of iron.'
He went on in this strain for a long time, defending, with increasing
energy, the way in which he had used his authority, sheltering himself
beneath the principle of plenary power, wrapping himself round with
it, covering himself with it, as it were, like a man who would avail
himself of his armour to the fullest extent possible. And in spite of
his apparent excitement, he retained sufficient coolness to keep a
watch on his colleagues and to note the effect of his words on their
pale, fixed faces. Then all at once he abruptly ceased speaking.
There was a rather long interval of silence. The Emperor had again
begun to play with his paper-knife.
'His Excellency the Minister of the Interior takes too black a view of
the situation,' at length said the Minister of State. 'In my opinion
nothing threatens our institutions. Order is perfectly maintained. We
can trust with confidence to his Majesty's great wisdom. Indeed, it is
a lack of such confidence to show fear----'
'Certainly, certainly,' murmured several voices.
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