Autobiographical fiction; France -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“It stands to reason, moreover, that it is with the Government that it
rests to pronounce judgment, and to close the list—already too long—of
unpunished crimes, not certainly at the bidding of Socialist agitators,
nor yet of any obscure military mouthpiece,” he added, looking Bloch
boldly in the face, perhaps with the instinct that leads all
Conservatives to establish support for themselves in the enemy’s camp.
“Government action is not to be dictated by the highest bidder, from
wherever the bid may come. The Government are not, thank heaven, under
the orders of Colonel Driant, nor, at the other end of the scale, under
M. Clemenceau’s. We must curb the professional agitators and prevent
them from raising their heads again. France, the vast majority here in
France, desires only to be allowed to work in orderly conditions. As to
that, there can be no question whatever. But we must not be afraid to
enlighten public opinion; and if a few sheep, of the kind our friend
Rabelais knew so well, should dash headlong into the water, it would be
as well to point out to them that the water in question was troubled,
that it had been troubled deliberately by an agency not within our
borders, in order to conceal the dangers lurking in its depths. And the
Government ought not to give the impression that they are emerging from
their passivity in self-defence when they exercise the right which is
essentially their own, I mean that of setting the wheels of justice in
motion. The Government will accept all your suggestions. If it is proved
that there has been a judicial error, they can be sure of an
overwhelming majority which would give them room to act with freedom.”
“You, sir,” said Bloch, turning to M. d’Argencourt, to whom he had been
made known, with the rest of the party, on that gentleman’s arrival,
“you are a Dreyfusard, of course; they all are, abroad.”
“It is a question that concerns only the French themselves, don’t you
think?” replied M. d’Argencourt with that peculiar form of insolence
which consists in ascribing to the other person an opinion which one
must, obviously, know that he does not hold since he has just expressed
one directly its opposite.
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