"Rafael Sabatini. Scaramouche" - читать интересную книгу автора

"You argue, of course, for the side that employs you. That is natural,
I suppose." M. de Vilmorin spoke between sorrow and indignation.
"On the contrary, I seek to argue with absolute detachment. Let us test
these ideas of yours. To what form of government do you aspire? A republic,
it is to be inferred from what you have said. Well, you have it already.
France in reality is a republic to-day."
Philippe stared at him. "You are being paradoxical, I think. What of
the King?"
"The King? All the world knows there has been no king in France since
Louis XIV. There is an obese gentleman at Versailles who wears the crown,
but the very news you bring shows for how little he really counts. It is the
nobles and clergy who sit in the high places, with the people of France
harnessed under their feet, who are the real rulers. That is why I say that
France is a republic; she is a republic built on the best pattern - the
Roman pattern. Then, as now, there were great patrician families in luxury,
preserving for themselves power and wealth, and what else is accounted worth
possessing; and there was the populace crushed and groaning, sweating,
bleeding, starving, and perishing in the Roman kennels. That was a republic;
the mightiest we have seen."
Philippe strove with his impatience. "At least you will admit - you
have, in fact, admitted it - that we could not be worse governed than we
are?"
"That is not the point. The point is should we be better governed if we
replaced the present ruling class by another? Without some guarantee of that
I should be the last to lift a finger to effect a change. And what
guarantees can you give? What is the class that aims at government? I will
tell you. The bourgeoisie."
"What?"
"That startles you, eh? Truth is so often disconcerting. You hadn't
thought of it? Well, think of it now. Look well into this Nantes manifesto.
Who are the authors of it?"
"I can tell you who it was constrained the municipality of Nantes to
send it to the King. Some ten thousand workmen - shipwrights, weavers,
labourers, and artisans of every kind."
"Stimulated to it, driven to it, by their employers, the wealthy
traders and shipowners of that city," Andre-Louis replied. "I have a habit
of observing things at close quarters, which is why our colleagues of the
Literary Chamber dislike me so cordially in debate. Where I delve they but
skim. Behind those labourers and artisans of Nantes, counselling them,
urging on these poor, stupid, ignorant toilers to shed their blood in
pursuit of the will o' the wisp of freedom, are the sail-makers, the
spinners, the ship-owners and the slave-traders. The slave-traders! The men
who live and grow rich by a traffic in human flesh and blood in the
colonies, are conducting at home a campaign in the sacred name of liberty!
Don't you see that the whole movement is a movement of hucksters and traders
and peddling vassals swollen by wealth into envy of the power that lies in
birth alone? The money-changers in Paris who hold the bonds in the national
debt, seeing the parlous financial condition of the State, tremble at the
thought that it may lie in the power of a single man to cancel the debt by
bankruptcy. To secure themselves they are burrowing underground to overthrow