Flowers, Swords and France

"If it's convenient, could you answer a question for me?"

Dr. Marx's counterattack made Charles slightly startled.

After a moment, he immediately calmed down again.

This instructor took the initiative to ask me questions, interesting, interesting!

"It doesn't matter, you can just ask." He smiled slightly, this was his smile from the bottom of his heart, "As long as I can answer, I will answer everything I know."

"Very good," the doctor nodded slightly, then raised his head and looked at Ciel with that rather playful look. "Mr. T, I can understand your reluctance to reveal your true identity. However, since you can learn about the government's internal decisions so quickly and know that they are about to exile me from France, then you must be talking to the government." Is there any relationship?”

Then, he waved his hand in a gesture to reassure Charles, "Don't worry, I have no intention of tracing your origins. Since you want to keep it secret, I will comply with your wishes. The question I really want to ask you is , since you are so close to the government, what do you think of the current French President, Mr. Louis Bonaparte?”

Why is this problem? Ciel was a little surprised.

He was silent, thinking about how to answer.

"If you feel inconvenient, we can talk about something else." The doctor added thoughtfully.

Ciel remained silent, and it took him a moment before he answered.

"No, this is not a question that needs to be avoided. I am just thinking about how to answer it... In my opinion, this person is very complicated. Very complicated..."

"oh?"

After another moment of silence, Ciel finally spoke. "He is a very contradictory person. We can see two people in him. He is both smart and stupid. He is both brave and timid, both strong and weak, both far-sighted and quite short-sighted... In short, if we look carefully From observation, he can be said to be one of the representative figures of our time. Aren’t we in an era of progress and An era of intertwined reactions? He knows what the new era requires, but he can't help but be attached to the glory of the old era. He has one foot in the new era but the other foot stays in the old era. , he is a contradictory and chaotic person in many ways, but he is still very sane most of the time.”

"What you said seemed very mysterious, but it was unexpectedly accurate." After listening carefully to what Charles said, the doctor looked at Charles in surprise. As if trying to figure out who this person is.

Then. He laughed again, "At the same time, you also cunningly avoided my real question and actually didn't answer anything. I don't know why you were so cautious, but this answer is already very good to that person. 's description.

Charles also smiled and said no more.

"Then, let me add something for you." Dr. Marx suddenly increased his voice, "In my opinion, Louis Bonaparte is both a wretch and a cunning conspirator. In his eyes, there is more than just He is just the President of the Republic, and the imperial throne is what he dreams of. I am surprised that not many people in France have realized this. "

"Perhaps many people have discovered it." Ciel replied in a low voice.

"Yes, maybe many people have discovered it, but they have not tried to stop it, or they have no ability to stop it at all - and originally, weren't they supposed to stop it?" Dr. Marx shook his head, "If we really let Louis Bonaparte got what he wanted, then this would be the most terrible joke of the entire century, if it were Napoleon who ascended the throne , it’s okay to say that he is a hero who transcends his time, but...it is this nephew who is ready to go up, a ridiculous imitator! If he can take the stage, it can only mean one thing, and that is that France has fallen into an era of mediocrity. A once-great nation has lost its former glory, so much so that it needs an actor and a liar to make up for it!”

Then, the doctor sighed slightly, "When I think of this, I can't help but worry about this country. How glorious and great it once was! Where will it be taken by a liar and his clowns now? Her How much of greatness will be erased by this liar?”

After hearing Dr. Marx's sigh, Charles didn't feel angry because he was classified as one of the "clowns". He just felt that he couldn't help laughing and almost laughed out loud.

Of all Dr. Marx's political views, those concerning Louis Bonaparte and his empire seemed the most amusing. For some unknown reason, he looked down upon Napoleon III very much, and thought that he was just a poor man who got to that position by luck. His administration was useless, his empire had no achievements, and it was completely harmful to France's progress. The negative effect was that it brought nothing to France except erasing its glory.

After later exiled to England, from the moment Louis Bonaparte was crowned emperor, all the comments he wrote for newspapers about France were almost the same tune: France (the Second Empire) is in the process of Collapse, about to collapse, already collapsed, Louis Bonaparte's play has been played out, and he is about to exit.

Fortunately, after he chanted this tune for almost 20 years, the Second French Empire finally collapsed under the iron heel of the Prussians. Louis Bonaparte finally stepped down and left France sadly in the third year before his death. In the end, his prediction was not inaccurate.

Of course, he had no interest in quarreling with the philosopher over the historical positioning of Mr. Louis Bonaparte, so he just said softly for his boss, "I personally think that he is not that good." Oops."

"In the future, you will realize how bad he is!" Dr. Marx stopped sighing and just shook his head slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Charles' numbness. "And when the time comes, you French people will regret it. It's too late! Because of your silence, you have delivered the country into the hands of a liar and his associates. Then they will bring endless trouble to this country because of your silence. Just wait and see."

This is a gang of con men. Sitting in front of you right now, chatting with you calmly - of course Ciel would never say these words.

"We can all wait and see what this liar will bring to France in the future. Maybe it's better, maybe it's worse, it doesn't matter, we can all see it. And his clowns will eventually be seen through. We will eventually be able to take a good look at them." Charles replied calmly, "And now, I am more worried about what you will experience in the future..."

Dr. Marx frowned slightly. "What do you mean? Does the French government intend to do anything besides deporting me?"

"No, as far as I know. It doesn't plan to do anything." Charles shook his head, and then looked at the doctor calmly, "But even if it doesn't do anything, the embarrassment of life will put the burden on it. on you."

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't the situation already obvious? Doctor, I don't think you can't see it." Charles still looked at the doctor and calmly narrated without any emotion, "Prussia has expelled you, Belgium has expelled you, France has deported you too, where else can you go next? What about Russia? No, it's a wild place; Holland? You'll be expelled there too, and it seems like you should go to England, but wherever you go you'll be living in a completely unfamiliar environment. You have to find a way to support your family. Am I right?”

In the face of these rather harsh words, even Dr. Marx was no longer as sharp as before. That's right, any philosopher will always hesitate when talking about this thing. "I will consider this issue."

"Doctor, what we are going to talk about may seem very vulgar, but no one can escape its trap. That thing is money." Charles continued, "How much money do you have now? Is it enough? ? Is it enough to support your continued exile and your life in a foreign country? How can you support your family if you don’t have money?”

"We can always find a way." Perhaps because he was hit by Ciel, a trace of pain flashed in the doctor's eyes. It may be okay for him to suffer, but if his wife and children suffer too, the feeling will make any adult extremely painful.

"How many ways are there? The British are not philanthropists. On the contrary, they are notoriously stingy. Besides, even if you go there, won't the Prussian embassy staff keep an eye on you secretly? That's weird!" A smile slowly appeared on Charles's face. This was certainly not out of ridicule. "Doctor, I only know one thing. A philosopher who starves to death is not a good philosopher. Even if you don't care about fame and fortune, you should not As for liking a life of poverty?”

Under Charles's harsh words, Dr. Marx rarely felt a little depressed.

"If this is a necessary price, I can only accept it silently. I will not regret it, sir." He answered after a moment.

"No, there is no need, I don't believe this!" Charles shook his head again, and then he took a promissory note from his pocket, "I plan to give this to you, so that you will not face me. That’s the kind of dilemma you’re talking about, isn’t it?”

After the doctor saw the promissory note, his face froze, and then a look of anger flashed on his face.

"What do you think I am?"

"I regard you as someone I can help." Charles replied calmly, "I believe I am not wrong."

This amount was enough for him to spend temporarily after going to London, but it would not make him lose interest in continuing to do academic work.

"I don't need to accept funding from unknown sources, sir." The doctor looked at him angrily.

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"Then you plan to let your wife and children endure hardships with you, in order to help you maintain your innocence?" Charles laughed mockingly, "Oh, how noble this is!"

The doctor frowned.

"Don't worry, this is a gift without any strings attached. I don't need anything in return from you, and I don't need you to agree with me. You can continue your academic research." Charles spread his hands, "You just need Just accept it and spend it.”

The doctor raised his head and looked at Ciel with confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything, I just want to help you." Charles immediately replied, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with this money, and it is not stolen money. I have no intention of dragging you into any conspiracy and issuing this issue." The bank is one of the most reputable banks in the UK. Just go and collect it when you get to the UK and no one will say a word."

Then, he put the check on the doctor's desk.

The doctor watched his every move and moved his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Although he has some arrogance unique to intellectuals, he is by no means a fool who thinks he is arrogant, and he will not deliberately let his wife and children suffer for the so-called arrogance.

That's fine.

Ciel sighed inwardly.

In this case, he won't have to face the disaster later?

When Marx first came to the UK, he spent money quite lavishly. He rented a house in the relatively high-end Chelsea district for 72 pounds per year (equivalent to about 1,800 francs, which is more than the annual salary of an ordinary worker). But later, he soon fell into financial distress and moved to Dean Street, Soho District, where the rent was 22 pounds per year (which directly shrunk to less than one-third, which shows how miserable it was...).

In his letter to Engels on February 27, 1852, he truthfully recorded the difficulties he faced: "For a week, I have reached a very painful point: because my coat has been in the pawn shop, I can no longer go out because I am not allowed to I can’t eat meat anymore on credit.”

It was not until 1856 that, as the economic situation gradually improved, he moved to the suburb of Hampton, London, where the annual rent was 72 pounds.

By this time several of his children had died. If he had some money at that time, at least he would not have faced such heavy pain? At least that's what Ciel thought.

[The situation improved after 1856, which was one reason why his income gradually increased, and another reason why the deputy tutor strengthened his support. It can be seen that in order to help the tutor, the assistant tutor also works very hard...

I don’t know how much surplus value the workers in the deputy tutor’s factory contributed to these pounds...]

"At least, you should tell me who you are? No matter how you look at it, you are kind to me." After a while, the doctor whispered.

"I don't want to say it now, Doctor." Charles shrugged, and then he smiled and said, "If we are destined, maybe we will meet in England in the future, and you will know then."

"Hopefully one day."

"There will definitely be one." Charles replied firmly. (To be continued...)

ps: Even if you accept Ciel's gift, the relationship between the mentor and the deputy mentor will not be reduced by half.

Definitely, definitely... [Make a fist! 】