Interlude

Napoleon the Second died today, albeit back in eighteen thirty-two. He had no truck with men like Soult or Ney, but died too young to form a proper hue. Would he have thrown a million lives away? It ultimately matters what we do: the world can disregard the dross we say, and slaughter would begin again anew, since ego , by its nature, seeks out prey: the third Napoleon stood in the queue!