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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: world,--a machine, due to a doctor, which cured more people during the
short time we worked it than the doctors ever killed."
"How you talk!" exclaimed Gazonal, whose flesh began to creep at
Publicola's air and manner.
"Ha! that's the thing we rely on! We follow Saint-Just and
Robespierre; but we'll do better than they; they were timid, and you
see what came of it; an emperor! the elder branch! the younger branch!
The Montagnards didn't lop the social tree enough."
"Ah ca! you, who will be, they tell me, consul, or something of that
kind, tribune perhaps, be good enough to remember," said Bixiou, "that
I have asked your protection for the last dozen years."
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