"What do you think," said Napoleon one day to his surgeon, Mr. O’Meara, "of all things in the world would give me the greatest pleasure?" Mr. O’Meara was on the point of replying, "Removal from St. Helena," when Napoleon said, "To be able to go about incognito in London and other parts of England, to the restaurateurs’, with a friend, to dine in public at the expense of half a guinea or a guinea, and listen to the conversation of the company; to go through them all, changing almost daily, and, in this manner, with my own ear, to hear the people express their sentiments, in their unguarded moments, freely and without restraint; to hear their real opinion of myself, and of the surprising occurrences of the last twenty years.” Mr. O’Meara observed that he would hear much evil and much good of himself. “Oh, as to the evil,” replied Napoleon, “I care not about that. I am used to it. Besides, I know that the public opinion will be changed. The nation will be just as much disgusted at the libels published against me, as they formerly were greedy in reading and believing them. This,” added he, “and the education of my son, would form my greatest pleasure. It was my intention to have done this, had I reached America. The happiest days of my life were from sixteen to twenty, during the semestres, when I used to go about as I have told you I should wish to do, from one restaurant to another, living moderately, and having a lodging for which I paid three louis a month. They were the happiest days of my life. I was always so much occupied, that I may say I never was truly happy upon the throne. Not that I have to reproach myself with doing evil whilst seated there; on the contrary, I restored fifty thousand families to their country, and the improvements I made in France will speak for themselves. I made war certainly, — of this there is no doubt, — but, in almost every instance, I was either forced to it, or I had some great political object in view.”
Napoleon Anecdotes, W. H. Ireland, pages 67-70
A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.
You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.
A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.
You are in a garden, and you are astonished.”
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