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GEORGES CLEMENCEAU
CLEMENCEAU
A Stormy Life
BY
LEON DAUDET
OF THE ACADEMIE GONCOURT
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Translated from the French by
ELIZABETH G. ECHLIN
CONTENTS
CHAPTER pAGE
I A Poignant Memory.i
II The Paper, the Chamber and the Intoxica¬
tion of Success ------ 26
III General Boul-Boul.59
IV Calumny - -- -- --84
V Alone with Himself - - - - - no
VI A Lovely Foreigner.134
VII The Struggle for Justice - 149
VIII In Power ------- 162
IX Chained and Unchained - 179
X War, Nothing but War! - 198
XI Old Father Victory.241
XII Ingratitude and Desertion - - - - 268
CHAPTER I
A POIGNANT MEMORY
A POIGNANT MEMORY
25
CHAPTER II
soup with bacon and haricot beans had been kept for
them.
“Jolly nice, this mixture! The spoon stands up in it.
To enjoy a real cabbage and bacon soup like this properly,
one must take an eight-mile walk. Twenty miles would
be better still. Wouldn’t it, Durranc?”
“I’ll tell you after I have had a glass of wine. As far
as I am concerned, I’m done.”
“You old woman! I can’t think why you wear
trousers! Twenty miles is my customary dose when I am
at home. . . . This soup really is excellent. Waiter, you
can tell the proprietor that.”
A few minutes later the proprietor put in an appear¬
ance, all in white, and took off his traditional cap.
“Are you pleased, sir?”
“Delighted!”
“The bacon is not too salt? That’s always a danger.
And the haricots not done too much?”
“Everything is done magnificently. What is this wine
you have given us?”
“It’s from Macon, sir. That is my home.”
“It’s quite good. Send up another bottle at once. . . .
Now let’s talk about serious matters. What do you think
of the paper, Durranc? And you Martel?”
Durranc replied: “I think it’s a bit solemn, not over-
clever, but well brought out. Naturally, we don’t get
the news that the Figaro does.”
“Especially about the theatre,” put in Martel.
“That’s a question of money, Martel. In journalism,
as in politics, finance governs everything.”
“And in private life as well.”
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THE PAPER, THE CHAMBER AND INTOXICATION OF SUCCESS
58
CHAPTER III
GENERAL BOUL-BOUL
“Entirely free.”
“Rich?”
“Not exactly rich. But comfortably off. Here is her
photograph—look. ’ ’
Mme de Loynes looked attentively at the charming
photograph, and said:
“Beauty and goodness. I congratulate you, my friend.
Only remember that you now have a weak spot, a chink
in your armour. I’ll not speak about it to a living soul.
But it will leak out.”
“I have been unhappy. Now I am going to be happy.
Ah, Madame . . .”
“To live happily we have to live hidden!”
“That is just what we count on doing, Marguerite and
I, as soon as I can get away.”
A few days later Arthur Meyer, who had connexions
in high society, in the opposition parties and in the
Ministry of Home Affairs, announced to Mme de Loynes
that he had an important communication to make.
“Sit down. What is it all about, my friend?”
Arthur Meyer, general editor of the Gaulois, the
Parisian aristocracy’s paper, was bald, with a halo of
stiffly waving hair sticking up from the nape of his neck.
Every morning his hairdresser went to flatten down these
disobedient tufts and restore them to their place. Meyer’s
apothegms were celebrated. He had from the beginning
manifested a lively sympathy for Boulanger’s infatuation,
which had given him standing among the general’s
admirers.
“Madame, this is really serious. The general is in
love.”
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CLEMENCEAU
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GENERAL BOUL-BOUL
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CHAPTER IV
CALUMNY
,
Calumny good sir, ah, calumny.
You know not what that thing is you despise
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CALUMNY
’Henry Oard dedicated his first play Les Resignes (The Resigned) to
me. In spite of the difference in our ages, we were intimate friends.
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CLEMENCEAU
109
CHAPTER V
Once back in the healthy air of his flat Vendee, with its
wide, marshy horizons and vivid memories of his child¬
hood and boyhood days, Clemenceau turned his thoughts
inwards. The flood of calumny which had been loosed
upon him with such senseless rage had left behind a con¬
fusion of sensations, ideas and all sorts of contradictory
plans. This he now strove to put in order for, in his
eyes, it was work and method which gave life its equili¬
brium. He had seen both sides of action—success and
failure—had explored Parisian life behind the scenes and
known and satisfied the desires of love. Art and letters
now opened their arms to him and he decided to devote
himself henceforth to the latter. He wanted to create
a work at once critical and imaginative, using both
mediums of book and paper.
Two questions occupied his mind: that of form, which
was less trouble to him now than it had been, but which
nevertheless was still not easy; and that of the right type
of books to read, for on this would depend his style.
What style should he choose? The most direct, the most
restrained, but yet also the most expressive: Voltaire and
Caesar. He started rereading The Commentaries in Latin
but discovered that he had forgotten too much of that
vigorous and beautiful language, so he got hold of
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ALONE WITH HIMSELF
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CHAPTER VI
A LOVELY FOREIGNER
“One of my pupils.”
Clemenceau knew the story. The young owner of this
charming rustic face had been the sculptor’s mistress,
and, so it was said, had had two children by him. He
had seduced her and then dropped her in rather a black¬
guardly way. She, too, was very talented, and he had
ruined her life. Did Selma know this ? Helmuth looked
at it, nodding his head. He had as thick a beard as
Rodin, but cut in a different fashion.
They arrived in front of a wonderful woman’s torso
which the artist from Munich immediately recognized
as that of his dear model, Selma. Selma remained
unmoved, but jealousy gnawed at Clemenceau’s heart,
for, with a lover’s intuition, he suspected something.
Rodin, more like a faun than ever, placidly continued
swathing and unswathing his plaster children with the
care of an attentive nurse.
“I have seen your friend Monet,” he said.
“He is still working at his ricks in the sunshine?”
“Still at them. But he thinks of his cathedrals. Do
you know his latest pictures, M. Helmuth?”
“Yes, but I don’t like impressionists.”
This declaration cast a chill. Rodin contented himself
with replying: “Yet it is the best thing the nineteenth
century has produced.”
“Certainly . . .” added Clemenceau.
“Everyone to his taste,” said the Bavarian, unceremoni¬
ously taking Selma’s arm. “And you, my pretty one,
what is your opinion?”
“Oh, I am mad about Manet, Monet, Renoir and
Sisley.”
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A LOVELY FOREIGNER
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CHAPTER VII
the victim, and this drove into the background the ques¬
tion of the Revenge, for which the services of the military
staff now being vilified by Zola were indispensable.
He found his moral support in Scheurer-Kestner, whom
he knew for an ardent patriot. “He would never have
anything to do with such a business were he not absolutely
convinced of the man’s innocence.” And was it not
necessary to sort out the scabby sheep from the goats of
a High Command on which the burden of responsibility
would rest in the event of war?
“Who is this General Mercier?” asked Ranc . . . “a
reactionary, no doubt.”
“Hanotaux, who got a close look at him at the time
of the arrest, says he is cold and enigmatic, but that
he knows how to put his case and is convinced of
Dreyfus’s guilt.”
So spoke Bernard Lazare, rubbing his hands the while,
for now the thing was as good as settled and it had only
taken him a few months to get so far. But what tenacity
he had had to have! At this point Mirbeau, who had
so far managed to control himself, boiled over:
“This Mercier is certainly a nationalist, and therefore
an assassin. All nationalists are assassins. That’s well
known.”
Clemenceau smiled indulgently. He liked Mirbeau’s
ways and his pugnacity. He used to come to the offices
of I’Aurore every day and the place would ring with his
curses. Then, turning abruptly towards Zola, he said
with extraordinary frankness: “My dear Zola, I must
confess that I have never greatly admired your work.
But, after what you have just done at your risk and
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THE STRUGGLE FOR JUSTICE
Clemenceau was one of the truest, for his heart still beat
in Jacobin rhythm.
The discovery of the “Colonel Henry” forgery in
August, 1898, by Picquart’s opponent, Major Cuignet,
made Clemenceau as happy as on the day when Millevoye
read the Norton papers in the Chamber. His exultation
lasted for several hours, until Maurras’s energetic and
successful defence of the wretched colonel in La Gazette
de France turned it into admiring anger. He declared:
“The best thing is to refrain from arguing with Maurras,”
which, for once, was contrary to his principles. Clemen-
ceau’s irritation reached its height when Dreyfus was
pardoned after his second conviction at Rennes. He
would have liked to have had the thing tested by a
third court-martial, but Waldeck-Rousseau thought that
dangerous. The pardon, indeed, left the problem open
and unsolved before the public, a situation which the
false and prejudiced decision of the Supreme Court of
Appeal did nothing to relieve.
In December, 1899, Clemenceau left VAurore in a fit
of bad temper, and a few months later founded a weekly
paper, Le Bloc, in which he dealt rather heavily with
the political and literary questions of the day. The
polemical article had become a necessity to him. In this
paper he went into the Morocco question, which was
then beginning to become acute. However, Le Bloc did
not take on with the public, and in March, 1902, it
ceased publication.
A candidature for the Senate having been offered him
in the Var, Clemenceau accepted it and was elected on
6th April, 1902. After an interval of nine years he
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THE STRUGGLE FOR JUSTICE
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CHAPTER VIII
IN POWER
178
CHAPTER IX
197
CHAPTER X
214
WAR, NOTHING BUT WAR!
240
CHAPTER XI
267
CHAPTER XII
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