Harry Potter Morning Light

On July 13, 1790, the day before Parisians celebrated the storming of the Bastille, Wordsworth left with a friend, Tom Wedgwood, intending to cross France to Switzerland.

The two travelers later met representatives returning from Paris, and the two young men were cordially invited to a dinner by their hospitable hosts.

France had won Wordsworth's favor from the beginning of the revolution, and he lost interest in English things for a while, even indifferent to the failure of the English to abolish the slave trade, because the prosperity of France would promote the welfare of mankind.

This is the true opposite of love - indifference, which Wordsworth wrote a poem to commemorate:

Because I came back with a belief that if the cause of France is smooth sailing, the respect for humanity of good people will not always be in vain;

Although the branch of human shame is the most rotten, it seems to be an added pain, but if the tree is cut down, it will fall with it.

Many Europeans think that Britain is free, but the reality is that many British people have to stay in this "land of freedom" because they can't get enough tickets to go to the United States.

People put the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, which is a symbol of freedom, and those European immigrants would always shout "America" ​​when they saw her! It was as exciting as a lost sailor seeing a lighthouse.

Wordsworth was so full of hope for France that he regarded it as the dawn, so much so that when he heard that England joined the anti-French alliance and joined the ranks of the invaders, he was so outraged that he wrote poems to denounce it. In their eyes, what Britain is doing is against the independence and freedom of France.

Napoleon's birthday in 1802 was not happy, and Wordsworth was there, and he witnessed the scene: the silence of the people is a lesson for the king.

He didn't know how much Napoleon hated him at that time, but wrote a poem instead: "For Napoleon feel vain sorrow, unthinking sorrow!"

Leaving aside his sailor brother who supplied Tom Wedgwood with Nessence Grass, Wordsworth himself was very classy:

My youth is here to witness

Many other sights, in a prouder age;

Joy without meaning was sublime then!

He is happy not to care about the Pope,

A consul or a king, it sounds like he knows the fate of people and lives with hope.

He wrote it after witnessing the destruction of Napoleon's birthday celebrations, which had brought security and prosperity to France, on August 15, a month after the fervent Bastille Day celebrations.

Later he wrote something that displeased Napoleon:

But at this time, the French themselves became oppressors, turning a war of self-defense into an expedition of aggression,

Completely forget everything they have fought for.

This is about Napoleon's invasion of Italy and later Portugal's "Orange Wars" with Spain, and this is how his hopes for France were shaken. He did not oppose Napoleon's coup, nor did he oppose Bonaparte's autocratic rule.

Those who met him in the salon said he had the air of an ancient prophet:

The sins and ignorance accumulated from generation to generation, like a huge reservoir, can no longer bear the terrible burden, suddenly collapsed, and the flood flooded the whole country.

This is Wordsworth's understanding of the French Revolution and the subsequent Reign of Terror. He did not support the Reign of Terror, nor did he excuse the Reign of Terror.

So did the Reign of Terror save France?

That kind of brutal method has damaged and changed the hearts of some people. Compassion is not only the weakness of the French's character, but also their charm.

So will it be easier to implement the "Factory Act" in France than in the UK?

There is a saying, don't block other people's money, Napoleon has encountered many assassinations, he does not need to create more enemies, otherwise he will really die like Caesar.

"Papa!"

A little girl in a pink tutu suddenly ran over. Her goal was her father, but she ran into Napoleon's leg.

Of course, he was wearing casual clothes at the moment, and he didn't look so sharp. The little pink thing was knocked down by him and fell to the ground.

The god of war Napoleon and the little girl are like two creatures in a parallel world... But Bonaparte still squatted down, helped her up before she started crying, and pinched her little cheek.

"Come on," he said to the bewildered Georgiana.

You have no idea what I just went through.

She thought in disbelief, and obediently followed him to a box. This is the experience they summed up in the restaurant during the day. If they don't want to ruin the boss's business, it's better to leave the lobby.

Along the way, she found that many people looked at her, mostly men.

What is the "amazing" expression? Was it so shocking that he became stupid?

She smiled at them, and they were even more surprised, and even opened their mouths.

Their female companion looked irritated, and looked at Georgiana with irritated eyes.

Therefore, Wordsworth has a level, and in the old days "joy that was meaningless was sublime at that time", what is it to be happy to make people jealous?

They just sat down in the box, and before they had time to order, someone came in.

It was Stanley the broker, followed by another man Georgiana had met at the reception, a furrier and one of William Pitt's friends.

"Good evening, Georgiana." The fur merchant took off his top hat, "I didn't expect that we would meet here."

She looked at Bonaparte, and Bonaparte looked at her.

"Good evening." She said with a smile as if nothing had happened, like a simple encounter.

"There is no place outside, do you mind sharing a table with me?" the fur trader said.

"Sit down, please," Georgiana said, and Stanley sat down with the furrier.

Bonaparte lifted his index finger, and the others retreated and closed the door.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" asked the furrier.

Yes, I do mind.

But Georgiana didn't say anything, so what else could she say? It was too late, the furrier had already taken out his cigar and started smoking.

The private room was soon filled with smoke, as if it had become a smoking room, and Georgiana wished she could put on Slughorn's smoking shirt.

"Are you going to turn at the next stop?" the fur trader asked.

"Yes." Bonaparte said a little arrogantly.

"Traveling by land is very bumpy, do you want to change to another way of travel?" the fur trader asked.

No one spoke.

"You have the right to fish offshore, but no one said you have the right of way," said the fur trader.

"Have you counted how many warships we have in port?" asked Bonaparte.

"I also thought that if there was peace, there would be no need to implement the capture method." Georgiana said immediately.

"The first baby of the Statue of Liberty, Zhenshu is like a virgin, bright and calm, neither conspiracy nor violence will hurt her in the slightest. When she intends to find a lover for herself, it must be the sea like the ages." Said the fur merchant "Don't you think that the command of the sea is like a sympathizer, which cannot be given up?"

Bonaparte laughed.

"Let's talk somewhere else." The furrier stood up. "I promise there's fish there, Georgiana."

"And if she says no?" asked Bonaparte.

"Do you want to say no?" the fur trader said.

At this time, she thought of the Queen of England, and she had no right to say no.

But she still glanced at Bonaparte, who was staring at the two Englishmen opposite.

what to do?

She didn't know what the future was, whether there would be any risks if she went, and let Bonaparte fall into the assassin's trap.

But before she hesitated long, Bonaparte stood up.

"Let's go." He said calmly, just like in the hall just now.

So she stood obediently, like a ship drifting with the current, letting fate push her forward.