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to the bugaboo。
Thus； in speaking of Bonaparte； one was free to sob or to puff up with laughter； provided that hatred lay at the bottom。
Marius had never entertained about that man； as he was calledany other ideas in his mind。 They had bined with the tenacity which existed in his nature。 There was in him a headstrong little man who hated Napoleon。
On reading history； on studying him； especially in the documents and materials for history； the veil which concealed Napoleon from the eyes of Marius was gradually rent。
He caught a glimpse of something immense； and he suspected that he had been deceived up to that moment； on the score of Bonaparte as about all the rest； each day he saw more distinctly； and he set about mounting； slowly； step by step； almost regretfully in the beginning； then with intoxication and as though attracted by an irresistible fascination； first the sombre steps； then the vaguely illuminated steps； at last the luminous and splendid steps of enthusiasm。
One night； he was alone in his little chamber near the roof。 His candle was burning； he was reading； with his elbows resting on his table close to the open window。
All sorts of reveries reached him from space； and mingled with his thoughts。
What a spectacle is the night！
One hears dull sounds； without knowing whence they proceed； one beholds Jupiter； which is twelve hundred times larger than the earth； glowing like a firebrand； the azure is black； the stars shine； it is formidable。
He was perusing the bulletins of the grand army； those heroic strophes penned on the field of battle； there； at intervals； he beheld his father's name； always the name of the Emperor； the whole of that great Empire presented itself to him； he felt a flood swelling and rising within him； it seemed to him at moments that his father passed close to him like a breath； and whispered in his ear； he gradually got into a singular state； he thought that he heard drums； cannon； trumpets； the measured tread of battalions； the dull and distant gallop of the cavalry； from time to time； his eyes were raised heavenward； and gazed upon the colossal constellations as they gleamed in the measureless depths of space； then they fell upon his book once more； and there they beheld other colossal things moving confusedly。
His heart contracted within him。 He was in a transport； trembling； panting。
All at once； without himself knowing what was in him； and what impulse he was obeying； he sprang to his feet； stretched both arms out of the window； gazed intently into the gloom； the silence； the infinite darkness； the eternal immensity； and exclaimed：
〃Long live the Emperor！〃
From that moment forth； all was over； the Ogre of Corsica； the usurper；the tyrant；the monster who was the lover of his own sisters；the actor who took lessons of Talma；the poisoner of Jaffa；the tiger；Buonaparte；all this vanished； and gave place in his mind to a vague and brilliant radiance in which shone； at an inaccessible height； the pale marble phantom of Caesar。 The Emperor had been for his father only the well…beloved captain whom one admires； for whom one sacrifices one's self； he was something more to Marius。
He was the predestined constructor of the French group； succeeding the Roman group in the domination of the universe。 He was a prodigious architect； of a destruction； the continuer of Charlemagne； of Louis XI。； of Henry IV。； of Richelieu； of Louis XIV。； and of the mittee of Public Safety； having his spots； no doubt； his faults； his crimes even； being a man； that is to say； but august in his faults； brilliant in his spots； powerful in his crime。
He was the predestined man； who had forced all nations to say： 〃The great nation！〃
He was better than that； he was the very incarnation of France； conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped； and the world by the light which he shed。
Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre which will always rise upon the frontier； and which will guard the future。
Despot but dictator； a despot resulting from a republic and summing up a revolution。 Napoleon became for him the man…people as Jesus Christ is the man…God。
It will be perceived； that like all new converts to a religion； his conversion intoxicated him； he hurled himself headlong into adhesion and he went too far。
His nature was so constructed； once on the downward slope； it was almost impossible for him to put on the drag。
Fanaticism for the sword took possession of him； and plicated in his mind his enthusiasm for the idea。 He did not perceive that； along with genius； and pell…mell； he was admitting force； that is to say； that he was installing in two partments of his idolatry； on the one hand that which is divine； on the other that which is brutal。
In many respects； he had set about deceiving himself otherwise。
He admitted everything。 There is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth。 He had a violent sort of good faith which took everything in the lump。 In the new path which he had entered on； in judging the mistakes of the old regime； as in measuring the glory of Napoleon； he neglected the attenuating circumstances。
At all events； a tremendous step had been taken。
Where he had formerly beheld the fall of the monarchy； he now saw the advent of France。 His orientation had changed。
What had been his East became the West。 He had turned squarely round。
All these revolutions were acplished within him； without his family obtaining an inkling of the case。
When； during this mysterious labor； he had entirely shed his old Bourbon and ultra skin； when he had cast off the aristocrat； the Jacobite and the Royalist； when he had bee thoroughly a revolutionist； profoundly democratic and republican； he went to an engraver on the Quai des Orfevres and ordered a hundred cards bearing this name： Le Baron Marius Pontmercy。
This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had taken place in him； a change in which everything gravitated round his father。
Only； as he did not know any one and could not sow his cards with any porter； he put them in his pocket。
By another natural consequence； in proportion as he drew nearer to his father； to the latter's memory； and to the things for which the colonel had fought five and twenty years before； he receded from his grandfather。
We have long ago said； that M。 Gillenormand's temper did not please him。
There already existed between them all the dissonances of the grave young man and the frivolous old man。 The gayety of Geronte shocks and exasperates the melancholy of Werther。
So long as the same political opinions and the same ideas had been mon to them both； Marius had met M。 Gillenormand there as on a bridge。
When the bridge fell； an abyss was formed。 And then； over and above all； Marius experienced unutterable impulses to revolt； when he reflected that it was M。 Gillenormand who had； from stupid motives； torn him ruthlessly from the colonel； thus depriving the father of the child； and the child of the father。
By dint of pity for his father； Marius had nearly arrived at aversion for his grandfather。
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