Chapter 2032 Alliance Festival (1)

On July 13, 1790, the day before the Paris people celebrated the storming of the Bastille, Wordsworth left with a friend, Tom Wedgwood, intending to cross France to Switzerland.

The two travelers later met representatives who had returned from Paris, and the two young men were warmly invited to the dinner by their hospitable hosts.

France had won Wordsworth's favor since the beginning of the revolution. He believed that the prosperity of France would promote the welfare of mankind. Therefore, he once lost interest in British things and was even indifferent to the failure of the British to abolish the slave trade.

This is the true opposite of love - indifference. Wordsworth also wrote a poem to commemorate it:

Because I come back with the belief that if the cause of France goes smoothly, the respect that good people have for human nature will not always be in vain;

Although this branch of human shame is the most decayed and seems to be an additional pain, if the big tree is cut down, it will fall with it.

Many Europeans think that Britain is free, but the actual situation is that many British people have to stay in this "free land" because they can't get enough tickets to go to the United States.

People put the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, which is a symbol of freedom. When they see her, the European immigrants always shout "America"! Just like the lost sailors who saw the lighthouse and were so excited.

Wordsworth was full of hope for France and regarded it as a dawn, so much so that when he heard that Britain had joined the anti-French alliance and also joined the ranks of the invaders, he was furious and wrote a poem to condemn it.

In his eyes, what Britain was doing was against France's independence and freedom.

Napoleon's birthday in 1802 was not a pleasant one, and Wordsworth also went there. He witnessed the scene with his own eyes: the silence of the people is a lesson to the king.

He didn't know at that time how much Napoleon hated him, but instead wrote a poem: "Feeling vain sadness for Napoleon, unthinking sadness!"

Regardless of his sailor brother who provided "forget-me-not" for Tom Wedgwood, Wordsworth himself is indeed very capable:

My youth is here to witness

Many other sights, in a prouder age;

Meaningless joy was sublime at that time!

He is happy and does not care about the Pope,

A consul or a king sounds like he knows people's destiny and is full of hope to live.

This was written after he witnessed the destruction of Napoleon's birthday celebration, which was held on August 15th, after witnessing the destruction of Napoleon's birthday, which had brought security and prosperity to France. The enthusiastic National Day celebration had happened just a month before.

Later he wrote something that displeased Napoleon:

But at this time, the French themselves became the oppressors and turned the war of self-defense into an aggressive expedition.

Completely forgetting everything they had fought for.

This is talking about the "Orange War" in which Napoleon invaded Italy and later invaded Portugal with Spain, and this was also the reason why his hopes for France were wavered. He did not oppose Napoleon's coup, nor did he oppose Bonaparte's autocratic rule.

People who met him in the salon said he had the aura of an ancient prophet:

The sins and ignorance accumulated over the generations are like a huge reservoir that can no longer bear the terrible burden. It suddenly bursts and floods spread across the country.

This is Wordsworth's understanding of the French Revolution and the subsequent Reign of Terror. He did not support the Reign of Terror, nor did he excuse the Terrorist rulers.

So did the Reign of Terror save France?

That kind of brutal method broke and changed the hearts of some people. Sympathy is the weakness of the French people's character and also their charm.

So will it be easier to implement the Factory Act in France than in the UK?

There is a saying that says, don't block other people's money. Napoleon has already encountered many assassinations. He does not need to make more enemies, otherwise he will really die like Caesar by a dagger.

"Papa!"

A little girl wearing a pink tutu suddenly ran over. Her target was her father, but she bumped into Napoleon's leg.

Of course, he was wearing casual clothes at the moment, and he didn't look so sharp. The little pink thing was knocked to the ground by him.

The God of War Napoleon and the little girl were like two creatures in parallel worlds... But Bonaparte still squatted down, helped her up before she started crying, and pinched her little face.

"Let's go," he said to the dazed Georgiana.

You have no idea what I just went through.

She thought in disbelief and followed him to a private room obediently. This was their experience in the restaurant during the day. If they didn't want to ruin the boss's business, it was best to leave the hall.

Along the way, she noticed that many people were looking at her, mostly men.

What is a "shocked" expression? Does it mean that you are so shocked that you become stupid?

She smiled at them, and they were even more surprised, and even opened their mouths.

Their female companion looked very annoyed, and the way she looked at Georgiana was also angry.

Therefore, Wordsworth is said to be of high standard. In the old days, "meaningless joy was sublime at that time." How can it be happy to make people jealous?

They had just sat down in the private room, and before they could order, someone came in.

It was Stanley, the broker, and he was followed by another man. Georgiana had met him at the reception. He was a fur merchant and one of William Pitt's friends.

"Good evening, Georgiana." The fur merchant took off his hat, "I didn't expect us to meet here."

She looked at Bonaparte, and Bonaparte looked at her.

"Good evening." She said with a smile as if nothing had happened, as if it was a simple chance encounter.

"There's no room outside, would you mind sharing a table with me?" the fur goods merchant said.

"Please have a seat," Georgiana said, and Stanley sat down with the fur trader.

Bonaparte raised his index finger, and the others withdrew and closed the door.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" the fur trader asked.

Yes, I do mind.

But Georgiana said nothing. What could she say? It was too late. The fur trader had already taken out his cigar and started smoking.

The private room was soon filled with smoke, as if it had turned into a smoking room, and Georgiana wished she could put on Slughorn's smoking shirt.

"Are you going to turn at the next stop?" the fur trader asked.

"Yes." Bonaparte said a little arrogantly.

"The land route is very bumpy. Do you want to find another way to travel?" asked the fur goods merchant.

No one spoke.

"You have the right to fish offshore, but no one has said you have the right of passage," the fur trader said.

"Have you ever counted how many warships we have in the port?" Bonaparte asked.

"I also thought that once there was peace, there would be no need to enforce the capture law." Georgiana said immediately.

"The first baby of the Statue of Liberty, she is as chaste as a virgin, bright and calm. Neither conspiracy nor violence has harmed her at all. When she intends to find a lover for herself, it will be like the sea of ​​eternity." said the fur trader.

"Don't you think that control of the sea is like a lover and cannot be given away?"

Bonaparte laughed.

"Let's talk somewhere else." The fur trader stood up. "I guarantee there will be fish there, Georgiana."

"What if she says no?" asked Bonaparte.

"Do you want to say no?" the fur goods merchant said.

At this moment, she thought of the Queen of England, who had no right to say no.

But she still glanced at Bonaparte, who was staring at the two Englishmen opposite.

what to do?

She didn't know what her future was, and whether there would be risks if she went there, letting Bonaparte fall into the assassin's trap.

However, before she could hesitate for a long time, Bonaparte stood up.

"Let's go." He said calmly, just like in the hall just now.

So she stood up obediently, like a ship drifting with the current, letting fate push her forward.
Chapter completed!