The second update is complete

Vigilant eyes were watching the baroque building, and instead of the leisure of an architect admiring the structure of the building, they watched the crowd of people coming in and out, from eighty-year-old women to young people in their teens, each of whom looked suspicious and looked like revolutionaries.

However, since the three of them entered the room, they have not come out.

The police had to wait patiently, waiting at the various exits to prevent the other party from escaping and avoiding unnecessary startling. They could only wait patiently, and as soon as the follow-up reinforcements arrived, they immediately entered the house and arrested people.

In the last few days, the whole Paris police station has been in a state of turmoil, and in order to arrest Blanqui and stop his revolutionary actions, almost all of Paris has become noisy, and all the police officers have held back their resentment, hating this group of guys who have a good life and run to make a revolution. I don't understand why these workers and poor people don't honestly work as cheap animals.

The police stood at the door, quietly waiting, and as soon as the target appeared, he would be arrested.

Whoever it was, they were first dragged back to the prison for interrogation, and the law enforcement agencies of the Second Reich had no argument that they could not rule the country in Iraq.

At this time, there was a lot of murder outside the building, but Baudelaire's living room was a very different scene.

The salon gathering officially began.

Baudelaire placed a goblet filled with wine on the table for everyone to take. Dumas, who was greedy for glasses, picked up his glass and raised his glass to Baudelaire.

"Thank you old friends for your hospitality."

However, this salon gathering, everyone's eyes were focused on Galian and Zola.

"This is Emile Zola."

Baudelaire explains, "You may have heard of his work, The Bistro. It is now being serialized in Le Figaro. ”

Hearing the name of "Tavern", everyone looked sideways slightly. The popularity of this recent serial is the same as "The Afternoon of the Faun", and the limelight in the literary world has almost been overshadowed by him. Let the elderly have a sense of crisis that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

"I've seen 'The Tavern.'"

Dumas encouraged, "It's well written, I'm pretty good." If you have time, you can discuss it. ”

To be able to get the favor of Alexandre Dumas, Zola suppressed his beating heart and nodded excitedly.

Today, though, everyone's attention is on Garion, who is more optimistic about what the talented young man will have to say.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Garian took out a stack of manuscript paper and handed it to Baudelaire.

"What is this?"

Faced with what the other party stuffed, Baudelaire took the manuscript paper and looked at the beginning curiously. Whispering, "1984? Is this a novel? ”

"Yes, 1984, Mr. Baudelaire," said Garrian modestly. This is a novel that I have recently written, and I would like to give you a look at it first. ”

"When did you write your novel? How did I not know? ”

Zola leaned over to Garian and asked in a low voice, "So you came prepared for this meeting. “

"Of course."

Garion smiled mysteriously, looked at the curious writers in front of him, and whispered, "This is the first coffin nail for Napoleon III's 'Free Empire'." ”

Heard to be the work of Garion. Michelle hurried up, he cared more about the commercial value of this novel, after all, the publishing house eats this bowl of rice, and he still has a keen sense of business.

In the past few days, Garion has been rushing late at night, and he has written the previous plot with his extraordinary memory, but after all, it is a fictional dystopian future world, and in order to conform to the cognitive trend of the nineteenth century, he still made appropriate modifications.

Baudelaire looked down slowly and expectantly, and in order to accommodate the curiosity of others around him, he read out the manuscript of "1984".

"In April, the weather was cold and sunny, and the bell struck thirteen. Winston Smith craned his neck to escape the cold wind, and quickly slipped through the glass doors of the Victory Building......"

As Baudelaire continued, the others began to frown slowly. When he read "Big Brother is watching you", George Sand's heart couldn't help but tighten.

“…… Winston felt a chill in his heart. In two minutes of hatred, he couldn't stop dreaming and babbling with everyone, but this beastly "Long live Big Brother!" Long live Big Brother! The shouts always filled him with fear. Of course, he also shouted with everyone: it can't be done otherwise. It's an instinctive reaction to hide your true feelings, control the expression on your face, and do whatever everyone does. But for a second or two, the look in his eyes was likely to reveal himself. It was at this very moment that something meaningful happened—if it did happen. ”

When Baudelaire finished reading the scene of Goldstein's execution and shouting feverishly as everyone admired the oil paintings, he could no longer control the manuscript.

It's horrible.

Baudelaire felt that his veins were blocked, and he was breathless.

It's a magical novel that can even make people feel like they're in the middle of the action.

The gloomy sky, the neat and depressed streets, the concrete walls and sharp barbed wire, the thought police are like crows entrenched in the sky, watching everyone's every move. The freedom of all people has been suppressed to the extreme, and they are alive like walking corpses.

War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength.

Three sentences reveal the desperation under extreme oppression.

And the description of the Ministry of Truth and the Ministry of Friendship in the article is even more shocking. It seems to make people see heavy barbed wire, iron gates, and hidden machine gun positions. Even in the streets beyond the barrier surrounding the icy concrete walls, fierce guards in black uniforms and carrying flail sticks patrolled the streets.

Several of you here understood who this article was implying to us, and almost all of the social backgrounds in it alluded to the current Second French Empire.

"The article is very well written......"

As a staunch republican, Baudelaire, who fought with Hugo on the front line of defending freedom, also had to admit the brilliance of this dystopian novel.

He admonished bitterly, "But I can't guarantee that the government won't trouble you after this article is published." You see, Galian, this is Paris, and all of us, like Winston, live carefully and in the shadow of Big Brother......"

Seeing the expressions of the others who wanted to speak and stopped, Gary understood a little with peace of mind.

It is impossible to expect literati to have the same consciousness as revolutionaries as "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood", after all, the vast majority of people usually write articles and complain, but if they really want to make a revolution with real knives and guns, I am afraid that everyone here is rubbish.

However, he chose to become the vanguard and standard-bearer of the anti-authoritarian struggle at this time because Napoleon III needed to win over the socialists of the left after losing the hearts and minds of the conservatives.

Cracks have appeared in the wall of public opinion autocracy, which has been firmly suppressed. Beginning in 1860, the literary and artistic high-voltage lines, which had been suppressed by the Second Empire for seven years, were withdrawn and replaced by a vast era of prosperity for nearly half a century.

Homeopathic proper.

Garion intends to be the first to eat crabs.

"I know what you're thinking, and I have a question for all of you."

"Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a hero, even if it's only for a few minutes, the revolutionary cry from the bottom of your heart, just to wake up a few people?"