All willing men are asked to come and help, and, as one plain principle suffices in drawing a plan, the first comer may succeed.
Henceforth political fancies swarm in the district meetings, in the clubs, in the newspapers, in pamphlets, and in every head-long, venturesome brain.
"There is not a merchant's clerk educated by reading the 'Nouvelle Heloise,'[1111] not a school teacher that has translated ten pages of Livy, not an artist that has leafed through Rollin, not an aesthete converted into journalists by committing to memory the riddles of the 'Contrat Social,' who does not draft a constitution...

As nothing is easier than to perfect a daydream, all perturbed minds gather, and become excited, in this ideal realm.

They start out with curiosity and end up with enthusiasm.

The man in the street rushes to the enterprise in the same manner as a miser to a conjurer promising treasures, and, thus childishly attracted, each hopes to find at once, what has never been seen under even the most liberal governments: perpetual perfection, universal brotherhood, the power of acquiring what one lacks, and a life composed wholly of enjoyment." One of these pleasures, and a keen one, is to daydream.

One soars in space.