He makes a fuss, he goes at everything, he runs after projects; being unable to create, he decrees; he endeavours to mask his nullity; he is perpetual motion; but, alas! the wheel turns in empty space.

Conversion of _rentes_?
Of what profit has it been to this day?
Saving of eighteen millions! Very good: the annuitants lose them, but the President and the Senate, with their two endowments, pocket them; the benefit to France is zero.

Credit Foncier?
no capital forthcoming.

Railways?
they are decreed, and then laid aside.

It is the same with all these things as with the working-men's cities.