"Old man, you are mistaken! I wished to stamp upon your brain the clearest possible image of constitutional government" [all the clerks look at Bixiou; Poiret, stupefied, gazes at him uneasily], "and also to keep my word to you.

In so doing I employed the parabolical method of savages.

Listen and comprehend: While the ministers start discussions in the Chambers that are just about as useful and as conclusive as the one we are engaged in, the administration cuts the buttons off the tax-payers." All.

"Bravo, Bixiou!" Poiret [who comprehends].

"I don't regret my buttons." Bixiou.