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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

chapter eight the Emperor puts a

question to the guide Lacoste

so on the morning of Waterloo, Napoleon was

content. He was right.

The plan of battle conceived by him was,

as we have seen, really admirable.

The battle once begun, its very

various changes. The resistance of

Ugoumon, the tenacity of La Haye saint,

the killing of Baldwin, the disabling of foy,

the unexpected wall against which Sois brigade was

shattered. Guillaumenos fatal heedlessness

when he had neither petard nor powder sacks,

the miring of the batteries, the 15

unescorted pieces overwhelmed in a hollow way by

Uxbridge, the small effect of the bombs

falling in the english lines and theyre embedding

themselves in the rain soaked soil and only

succeeding in producing volcanoes of muddy

so that the canister was turned into a splash.

The uselessness of Pierres demonstration on

Brainlieud all that cavalry

15 squadrons almost exterminated

the right wing of the English badly alarmed,

the left wing badly cut into

Ney's strange mistake in massing

instead of echeloning, the four divisions of the first

corps, men delivered over to

grapeshot, arranged in ranks 27

deep and with a frontage of 200. The

frightful holes made in these masses by the

cannonballs attacking columns

disorganized. A side battery suddenly

unmasked on their flank. Bourgois,

Donzolo and Derat compromised.

Quill repulsed. Lieutenant view that

Hercules gradually at the polytechnic

school, wounded at the moment when he was beating in with an

axe. The door at Le Hay saint, under the downright

fire of the english barricade, which barred the angle of the road from

Genappe to Brussels. Marcinettes

division, caught between the infantry and the cavalry,

shot down at the very muzzle of the guns. Amid the grain by

best and pack put to the sword by

Ponsonby. His battery of seven pieces

spiked. The prince of Sax Weimar holding

and guarding in spite of the comte d'Erlan,

both Frischemont and Smohain.

The flag of the 105th taken. The flag

of the 45th captured. That black

prussian hussar stopped by runners of the flying column of

300 light cavalry on the scout between waver

and placenois. The alarming things that had

been said by prisoners. Grouchys

delay 1500 men killed in the orchard of

Hougoumont in less than an hour.

1800 men overthrown in a still shorter time

about La Haye saint. All these

stormy incidents passing like clouds of battle. Before,

Napoleon had hardly troubled his gaze

and had not overshadowed that face of imperial

certainty. Napoleon, was

accustomed to gaze steadily at war. He

never added up the heart rending details, Cipher

by Cipher. Ciphers mattered little to

him, provided that they furnished the

total victory. He

was not alarmed if the beginnings did go astray,

since he thought himself the master and the possessor at the

end. He knew how to wait,

supposing himself to be out of the question. And he

treated destiny as his equal. He

seemed to say, fate. Thou, wilt not

dare compost half of

light and half of shadow. Napoleon,

thought himself protected in good and tolerated in

evil. He had or

thought that he had a connivance, one

might almost say a complicity of events in his

favor, which was equivalent to the invulnerability

of antiquity. Nevertheless, when one

has Beresina, Leipzig and Fontainebleau

behind one, it seems as though one might

distrust Waterloo. A mysterious

frown becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens.

At the moment when Wellington retreated,

Napoleon shuddered. He suddenly beheld the

tableland of Mont Saint Jean cleared, and the van of the

english army disappeared. It was rallying

but hiding itself. The emperor

half rose in his stirrups. The lightning of victory

flashed from his eyes. Wellington

driven into a corner at the forest of soins and

destroyed. That was the definitive

conquest of England by France. It was

crassy, Poitsiers,

Malplaquet and Remiels

avenged. The man of Marengo was wiping out

Agincourt. So the emperor,

meditating on this terrible turn of fortune

swept his glass for the last time over all the points of the

field of battle. His guard,

standing behind him with grounded arms, watched

him from below. With a sort of religion

he pondered. He examined the

slopes, noted the declivities, scrutinized

the clumps of trees, the square of rye, the

path. He seemed to be counting each

bush. He gazed with some intentness at the

english barricades of the two highways. Two large

abattis of trees that on the road to Genappe above la Haye

saint armed with two cannon, the only

ones out of all the english artillery which commanded the extremity

of the field of battle and that on the road to

nival were gleamed the dutch bayonets of Chazze's

brigade. Near this barricade he

observed the old chapel of St. Nicholas painted

white, which stands at the angle of the crossroad near

Brain Lihud. He bent down and

spoke in a low voice to the guide Lacoste.

The guide made a negative sign with his head, which

was probably perfidious. The

emperor straightened himself up and fell to thinking

Wellington had drawn back. All that remained

to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him.

Napoleon turned around abruptly, dispatched

an express at full speed to Paris to announce that the battle was

won. Napoleon was one of those

geniuses from whom thunder darts

he had just found his clap of thunder.

He gave orders to Milhads cuirassiers to carry the tableland

of Mont Saint Jean. Thank you

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>> Brie Carlisle: Bite of one of your favorite classics.

>> Brie Carlisle: Again, my name is Brie Carlisle and

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