It is a plebeian nobility not to blush at one's father's name.

Brissot had not done so.

He began by furtively appropriating one of the titles of that aristocracy of races against which he was about to raise equality.

Like Rousseau in every thing but his genius, he sought his fortune hither and thither, and descended even lower than he into misery and intrigue, before he acquired celebrity.

Dispositions become weakened and stained by such a struggle with the difficulties of life in the dregs of great corrupted cities.