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The Man Who Laughs
VICTOR HUGO
PART 2
BOOK 1
CHAPTER 8
Inferi

There are two ways of making a footing at court. In the clouds, and you are august;
in the mud, and you are powerful.
In the first case, you belong to Olympus.
In the second case, you belong to the private closet.
He who belongs to Olympus has but the thunderbolt, he who is of the private closet
has the police.
The private closet contains all the instruments of government, and sometimes, for
it is a traitor, its chastisement. Heliogabalus goes there to die. Then it is called the
latrines.
Generally it is less tragic. It is there that Alberoni admires Vendôme. Royal
personages willingly make it their place of audience. It takes the place of the
throne. Louis XIV. receives the Duchess of Burgundy there. Philip V. is shoulder
to shoulder there with the queen. The priest penetrates into it. The private closet is
sometimes a branch of the confessional. Therefore it is that at court there are
underground fortunes not always the least. If, under Louis XI., you would be
great, be Pierre de Rohan, Marshal of France; if you would be influential, be
Olivier le Daim, the barber; if you would, under Mary de Medicis, be glorious, be
Sillery, the Chancellor; if you would be a person of consideration, be La Hannon,
the maid; if you would, under Louis XV., be illustrious, be Choiseul, the minister;
if you would be formidable, be Lebel, the valet. Given, Louis XIV., Bontemps,
who makes his bed, is more powerful than Louvois, who raises his armies, and
Turenne, who gains his victories. From Richelieu, take Père Joseph, and you have
Richelieu nearly empty. There is the mystery the less. His Eminence in scarlet is
magnificent; his Eminence in gray is terrible. What power in being a worm! All the

Narvaez amalgamated with all the O'Donnells do less work than one Sõr
Patrocinio.
Of course the condition of this power is littleness. If you would remain powerful,
remain petty. Be Nothingness. The serpent in repose, twisted into a circle, is a
figure at the same time of the infinite and of naught.
One of these viper-like fortunes had fallen to Barkilphedro.
He had crawled where he wanted.
Flat beasts can get in everywhere. Louis XIV. had bugs in his bed and Jesuits in his
policy.
The incompatibility is nil.
In this world everything is a clock. To gravitate is to oscillate. One pole is attracted
to the other. Francis I. is attracted by Triboulet; Louis XIV. is attracted by Lebel.
There exists a deep affinity between extreme elevation and extreme debasement.
It is abasement which directs. Nothing is easier of comprehension. It is he who is
below who pulls the strings. No position more convenient. He is the eye, and has
the ear. He is the eye of the government; he has the ear of the king. To have the eye
of the king is to draw and shut, at one's whim, the bolt of the royal conscience, and
to throw into that conscience whatever one wishes. The mind of the king is his
cupboard; if he be a rag-picker, it is his basket. The ears of kings belong not to
kings, and therefore it is that, on the whole, the poor devils are not altogether
responsible for their actions. He who does not possess his own thought does not
possess his own deed. A king obeys what? Any evil spirit buzzing from outside in
his ear; a noisome fly of the abyss.
This buzzing commands. A reign is a dictation.
The loud voice is the sovereign; the low voice, sovereignty. Those who know how
to distinguish, in a reign, this low voice, and to hear what it whispers to the loud,
are the real historians.