Ah! there was a man who was rebellion incarnate! He made rebellion as other men make money, 'c'etait son metier'; when he was no longer capable of active revolution, he made it getting drunk.

At the last this was his only way of protesting against Society.

An interesting personality, 'je le regrette beaucoup'.

But, as you see, he died in great distress, without a soul to wave him farewell, because as you can well understand, monsieur, I don't count myself.

He died drunk.