That would be good medicine for your Emperor and all his stool pigeons." The policeman's red mustache and beard began to bristle on his pale face and he interrupted: "And the army, tell me, what are you going to do about that ?" Lantier flew into a passion.

He banged his fists down on the newspapers as he yelled: "I require the suppression of militarism, the fraternity of peoples.
I require the abolition of privileges, of titles, and of monopolies.
I require the equality of salaries, the division of benefits, the glorification of the protectorate.

All liberties, do you hear?
All of them! And divorce!" "Yes, yes, divorce for morality!" insisted Boche.
Poisson had assumed a majestic air.
"Yet if I won't have your liberties, I'm free to refuse them," he answered.
Lantier was choking with passion.
"If you don't want them--if you don't want them--" he replied.

"No, you're not free at all! If you don't want them, I'll send you off to Devil's Island.

Yes, Devil's Island with your Emperor and all the rats of his crew." They always quarreled thus every time they met.