Yes, boy, we must be a law to ourselves and for ourselves and for our neighbours--lex armata--armed, emphatic, tyrannous law.

If you see a crapulous human ruin snuffing, dash from him his box! The judge, though in a way an admission of disease, is less offensive to me than either the doctor or the priest.

Above all the doctor--the doctor and the purulent trash and garbage of his pharmacopoeia! Pure air--from the neighbourhood of a pinetum for the sake of the turpentine--unadulterated wine, and the reflections of an unsophisticated spirit in the presence of the works of nature--these, my boy, are the best medical appliances and the best religious comforts.

Devote yourself to these.

Hark! there are the bells of Bourron (the wind is in the north, it will be fair).