Every three days I fill a truck with my own products.

You see that the Republic has not killed all beliefs." Agaric made a last effort to engage the wise distiller in his enterprise.

He pointed him to a prompt, certain, dazzling success.
"Don't you wish to share in it ?" he added.

"Don't you wish to bring back your king from exile ?" "Exile is pleasant to men of good will," answered the monk of Conils.
"If you are guided by me, my dear Brother Agaric, you will give up your project for the present.

For my own part I have no illusions.