Nay, for the whole Body, is not this patriotic opposition also a fighting for oneself?
Awake, Parlement of Paris, renew thy long warfare! Was not the Parlement Maupeou abolished with ignominy?
Not now hast thou to dread a Louis XIV., with the crack of his whip, and his Olympian looks; not now a Richelieu and Bastilles: no, the whole Nation is behind thee.

Thou too (O heavens!) mayest become a Political Power; and with the shakings of thy horse-hair wig shake principalities and dynasties, like a very Jove with his ambrosial curls! Light old M.de Maurepas, since the end of 1781, has been fixed in the frost of death: "Never more," said the good Louis, "shall I hear his step overhead;" his light jestings and gyratings are at an end.

No more can the importunate reality be hidden by pleasant wit, and today's evil be deftly rolled over upon tomorrow.

The morrow itself has arrived; and now nothing but a solid phlegmatic M.de Vergennes sits there, in dull matter of fact, like some dull punctual Clerk (which he originally was); admits what cannot be denied, let the remedy come whence it will.

In him is no remedy; only clerklike 'despatch of business' according to routine.