Chapter 220: The Meaning of a Writer

Since the last time he defended Garion in court, Gamby Law Firm has made a name for itself. Many people regard Gan Bida as the conscience of French lawyers, and as a staunch Republican, Gan Bida has also met many Republican congressmen through the last lawyer's lawsuit. opened up a lot of connections for him in the royal family of Bonaparte.

Gan Bida walked into the office happily, and was about to ask his assistant to look at today's schedule, but saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.

Garion took his coffee, nodded to Ganbida, and said with a smile, "It's been good lately, Your Excellency Ganbi." In the legal profession, I heard that you still want to continue to defend the exiled political prisoners of the Second Reich? ”

"Yes."

Gan Bida nodded meaningfully and said with a smile, "Since the gradual relaxation of the restrictions in 1860, the literati and republican politicians who had been exiled abroad have wanted to set foot on their homeland again. Although Napoleon III ostensibly announced an amnesty, many people remained stuck at the border. For example, His Excellency Hugo, although the government agreed to his return to France, was not allowed to set foot in Paris. ”

"It's a long process, and it's not easy to get an aging empire to change its mind."

After the greetings, Garion pulled his heather pipe out of his pocket, struck a match and lit the tobacco. He leaned back on the sofa and said slowly, "Actually, I came to find His Excellency Gan Bida today because I have something important to entrust. ”

"Huh?"

Garian took Le Figaro from the pocket of his coat, handed it to Gan Bida, pointed to the first edition of the article and said, "I want to sue this writer for violating my reputation." ”

The smile on Gan Bida's face slowly faded, he took the newspaper, read the content of the article seriously, and finally sighed. He said hesitantly, "It's okay to sue, but there are some things I have to explain in advance, but if you follow the regular process of suing, this article is difficult to define as defamation except that the content is a bit excessive." ”

"Your Excellency doesn't have to worry about this."

"When the Second Empire sued me, if it weren't for the pressure of public opinion, I'm afraid they would have followed the irregular procedures. In any case, the final decision on the trial is in the hands of the judge, who is qualified to pronounce whether he is guilty or not. ”

When Garian came here, Gan was stunned for a moment.

"Wait, you're talking about making sense in front of a judge and then convicting you of defamation? No, I can't! Sir Garrian, you should seek the help of other lawyers, I am afraid I will not be able to assist you. ”

Gan Bida shook his head as he sorted out the paperwork on the table, rejecting Garian's offer. He was reluctant to attend an unjust verdict.

"Your Excellency, do you think procedural justice and moral justice are two different things?"

Garion abruptly threw out the question, and didn't let Gan Bida answer his question directly.

"Of course it's two different things."

Gan Bida stopped what he was doing and replied in a firm tone, "No matter how sympathetic his motives are, after breaking the law, he still needs to be judged." ”

Garion smiled slightly and continued to ask, "Then the problem is, if a group of citizens who have been oppressed by the nobles and the royal family rise up and kill the nobles and the royal family, it is against the law. Will you choose to protect them? ”

"Of course."

Gan Bida replied eloquently, "I stand firmly by the side of the republicans. ”

Garion smiled and said calmly, "Then I will too." ”

Faced with the other party's puzzled gaze, he explained, "Everything I did was for the sake of French literature, to create public opinion to force Napoleon III to make concessions, so that the world could truly identify with the writers of French realism." Romanticism is on the wane, and the era of the Revolution will eventually become a thing of the past. A writer with a sense of social responsibility should be able to voice grievances against the oppression of Paris, to become the cry of the French people at the bottom, and even more to the conscience of France! ”

Saying the words that were pressed in his heart in one breath, Garion breathed a sigh of relief.

Accustomed to the hopeless eyes of the slums, a worker who stood by a machine for sixteen hours could only get about a hundred francs a month, while a senator with nothing to do in fine clothes and food could get thousands of francs a month, not counting the salary paid as a consultant to other companies.

This is not how this world should be.

Garion looked grim and continued, "But what I've done is not as good as a stab in the back by other writers who are short-sighted. They thought that if I fell, the literary career in Paris would flourish? It's ridiculous! These rats have no vision or brains at all. If I fall, censorship will tighten its pockets again, and those who speak for the people, the righteous prisoners who are not afraid of executioners will be executed one by one. ”

"Lord Garrian, you ......"

Gan Bida's heart is mixed, and in this regard, he and the other party have the same position.

Those who pursue their beliefs have put life and death on the line.

"The first to wake up in the darkness will die, and I want to be the first martyr."

It was only then that Gan Bida reacted, and it turned out that Garion had been playing the role of a literary pioneer before.

"This lawsuit just wants everyone to understand one thing, anyone who tries to stop me, no matter which way, I will make him never turn over!"

"Against me, against the people of Paris!"

"I'm going to let the other villains who are about to make a move see what happened to Leon Blois!"

Gambida clenched his fists, he took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I promise you, Lord Garion. Now I have only one question. ”

With the same resolute face, Gan Bida's star-like eyes were like a light that illuminated a dark corner.

"What is writing to you? If you care about fame and fortune, but you have never written a work that curries favor with the Second Empire. If you care about money, you stop writing abruptly in the middle of each time. I don't care about your manuscript at all. I'm curious, what are you for. ”

Garion thought for a moment, turned his head to the future "Pillar of the Third Republic", and suddenly a spark of calcium sparked in his mind, and suddenly remembered what Stephen King said, giving the seeker in front of him the best answer.

"Nope."

The sun in the office has not yet illuminated the room through the blinds. Garion's figure was half shrouded in shadow, leaving only a vague silhouette of Ganbida.

"Writing for me is an act of firm conviction, a provocation and rebellion against the despair of fate."