The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and LifeDumas, Alexandre
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The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life
Dumas, Alexandre
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"Not so; by destroying warfare," was the inventor's reply. "War is
impious, immoral and monstrous, and not the means employed in it. The
more terrible they are, the sooner will come the millennium. On the day
when men find that no human protection, no rank, no wealth, no
influential connections, nothing can shield them from destruction by
hundreds of thousands, not only on the battlefield, but in their houses,
within the highest fortified ramparts, they will no longer risk their
country, homes, families and bodies, for causes often insignificant or
dishonest. At present, all reflecting men who believe that the divine
law ought to rule the earth, should have but one thought and a single
aim: to learn the truth, speak it and impress it by all possible means
wherever it is not recognized. I am a man who has frittered away too
much of his time on personal tastes and emotions, and I vow that I shall
never let a day pass without meditating upon the destination whither all
the world should move, and I mean to trample over any obstacle that
rises before me. The time is one when men could carouse, amuse
themselves, doze and trifle--or keep in a petty clique. The real society
will be formed of those who toil and watch, believe and govern."
"I see, monsieur, that you cherish a hearty hatred for the enemies of
the student and the worker," said the ex-notary, not without an
inexplicable bitterness, "and that you seek the suppression of the
swordsman."
"You mistake--I hate nobody," loftily answered Clemenceau. "If I thought
that my country would use my discovery to wage an unjust war, I declare
that I should annihilate the invention. But whatever rulers may intend,
my country will never long carry on an unfair war and it is only to make
right prevail that France should be furnished with irresistible power."
While listening, Cantagnac had probably considered that raillery was not
proper to treat such exaltation, for he changed his tone and noisily
applauded the sentiments.
"Capital, capital! that's what I call sensible talk! And do you believe
that I would leave a man, a patriot, in temporary embarrassment when he
has discovered the salvation of our country? Why, this house will become
a sight for the world and his wife to flock unto! I am proud that I have
stood within the walls and I shall tell the domino-players of the
Café--but never mind that now! To business! Between ourselves, are you
particularly fond of this house?"
"It is my only French home, where I brought my bride, where my child was
born--where the great child of my brain came forth--"
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