The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"Erckmann-Chatrian
Philosophy
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
Erckmann-Chatrian
France -- History -- Third Republic, 1870-1940 -- Fiction
"And, do you know," said he, after a few moments' thought, "do you know
how much all the schools in France cost? I am not referring to the
great schools of medicine, and law, and chemistry, the colleges, and
the lyceums, which are schools for wealthy young men, able to keep
themselves in large cities, and to pay for their own maintenance. I am
speaking of schools for the people, elementary schools, where reading
and writing are taught: the two first things which a man must know, and
which distinguish him from the savages who roam naked in the American
forests? Well, the deputies whom the people themselves send to protect
their interests in Paris, and whose first thought, if they are not
altogether thieves, ought to be to discharge their duty toward their
constituencies--these deputies have never voted for the schools of the
people a larger sum than seventy-five millions. The state contributes
ten millions as its share; the commune, the departments, the fathers
and mothers do the rest. Seventy-five millions to educate the people
in a great country like ours! it is a disgrace. The United States
spends six times the amount. But on the other hand, for the war budget
we pay five hundred millions; even that would not be too much if we had
five hundred thousand men under arms, according to the calculation
which has been made of what it costs per diem for each man; but for an
army of two hundred and fifty thousand men, it is too much by half.
What becomes of the other three hundred millions? If they were made
available to build schools, to pay able masters, to furnish retreats
for workmen in their declining days, I should have nothing to say
against it; but to jingle in the pockets of MM. the senators and to
ring the bells of MM. the cures, I consider that too dear."
As Cousin George bothered my mind with all his arguments, I felt a wish
to go to bed, and I said to him:
"All that, cousin, is very fine, but it is getting late: and besides it
has nothing to do with the Plebiscite."
I had risen; but he laid his hand upon my arm and said: "Let us talk a
little longer--let me finish my pipe. You say that this has nothing to
do with the Plebiscite; but that Plebiscite is for all this nice
arrangement of things to go on. If the nation believes that all is
right, that enough money is left to it, and that it can even spare a
little more; that the ministers, the senators, and the princes are not
yet sufficiently fat and flourishing; that the Emperor has not bought
enough in foreign countries; well, it will say with this Plebiscite,
'Go on, pray go on--we are quite satisfied.' Does that suit your
ideas?"
"Yes. I had rather that than war," said I, in a very bad temper. "The
Empire is peace; I vote for peace."
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