What is to be done in such a case? The giantess plays at being a dwarf; immense France has her freaks of pettiness.
That is all.
To this there is nothing to say.
Peoples, like planets, possess the right to an eclipse.
And all is well, provided that the light returns and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous.
The reappearance of the light is identical with the persistence of the _I_.
Let us state these facts calmly.
Death on the barricade or the tomb in exile, is an acceptable occasion for devotion. The real name of devotion is disinterestedness.
Let the abandoned allow themselves to be abandoned, let the exiled allow themselves to be exiled, and let us confine ourselves to entreating great nations not to retreat too far, when they do retreat.
One must not push too far in descent under pretext of a return to reason.
Matter exists, the minute exists, interest exists, the stomach exists; but the stomach must not be the sole wisdom.
The life of the moment has its rights, we admit, but permanent life has its rights also. Alas! the fact that one is mounted does not preclude a fall. This can be seen in history more frequently than is desirable: A nation is great, it tastes the ideal, then it bites the mire, and finds it good; and if it be asked how it happens that it has abandoned Socrates for Falstaff, it replies: