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“1984？”

Zola felt a deep sense of unease at this strange title.

The society Gallian describes is like a group of tombs shrouded in gloomy clouds, with the thought police looking out like crows on the branches of dead trees, ready to dismember the undead who crawl out of the graves.

There was no hope, and the smell of carrion was permeate, making people shudder with fear. Politically exaggerated outpouring is far more direct than literary achievement.

The magic version of "1984" by Garion seems to be more like the oppression of ordinary people by feudal theocracy and imperial power.

"1984, after all, set in an alternate era, is far less dangerous to be censored than writing directly about France. Even Baudelaire sometimes had to deal with the censorship of the Empire, and I don't want to go into exile like Hugo now. ”

Garion sorted out the manuscript, as if he had thought of something, and said directly, "I heard that Baudelaire is going to invite me to the literary salon this weekend, and I want to try my luck when the time comes, and see if I can find an editor-in-chief at the literary salon who is willing to help serialize this novel." ”

In every sense, Garion doesn't think there is much to praise or praise about the original "1984", but through the magic version of "1984", he can quickly find colleagues in literary circles who love the republican system and resist feudal autocracy.

After all, the petty bourgeoisie, the revolutionaries, and the republican democrats have long complained about the rule of the emperor and the enslavement of the great lords.

Once the seeds of socialism begin to sprout, the European powers of the second half of the 19th century will usher in a great wave of working-class movements. Four years later, the First Comintern would be born against the backdrop of the Polish uprising.

However, just as Milan Kundera despised 1984, they were neither forced to emigrate, nor to go to prison, nor to lose their jobs, nor to be discriminated against; They all lived in their own places, in their own apartments, in their own jobs, with their vacations, their friendships, their loves, and they reduced their lives to the only political aspect, they said, "terrible forty years".

It's just that literature and art, which have been oppressed by the authorities for a long time, need an outlet, and 1984 will become the best flood gap.

"The great poet Baudelaire?"

Zola was slightly stunned, with some envy in his heart. As soon as Garian settled in Paris, he attracted the attention of the literary and artistic circles.

Garion suddenly remembered his previous invitation and asked more, "By the way, will you be over for next week's party?" ”

"Go, of course I went."

Zola didn't want to let go of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "I heard that Baudelaire's literary salon, Dumas, Flaubert and George Sand will be present, and I can't wait to meet the great writer of my dreams." ”

……

Cathedral of Saint-Etienne.

Baudelaire took a step up the stairs and looked up at the sharp dome, where a flock of pigeons fluttered their wings and flew past his line of sight, leaving an afterimage on the retina.

Solemn, solemn, majestic steps, coldly mocking every devout believer.

The architectural structure of the cathedral resembles Bach's canta, which is even more magnificent without any buildings rising from the ground. At the top of the church, which is supported by flying arches, dense and slender minarets are stacked on top of each other, and a chorus of thick and intricate stones progresses to the sky.

The church is located near the Panthéon, and Baudelaire wondered why the other party chose to do so. When he entered the church, he saw a lonely figure sitting in an empty position, staring at the sculpture in front of him, without saying a word.

Baudelaire quickened his pace, walked over to him, and sat down.

"The place you've chosen is really remote."

Baudelaire exhaled and said slowly, "You haven't been in touch for so long, it's very difficult to find you, Your Excellency Ganbi, what have you been busy with lately?" ”

"What else can you do, busy fighting wits and courage with the damned Second Empire."

The young man named Gan Bida looked back, his expression showing a hint of tiredness.

At this time, he was also a trainee lawyer who was running around to rebel against feudal society and establish a republican system, and he was a staunch Republican.

Ten years later, he would be the backbone of the Republican resistance to the Prussian army after the defeat of Napoleon III, and the only man among the founders of the Third Republic to refuse to surrender to Bismarck and Wilhelm I, vowing to fight to the end.

"Bonaparte's doglegs are watching very closely, and it is not convenient for me to come forward. I hope you don't have some problems that make me feel embarrassed, friend, every time I see you I know that nothing good happens, what is there for me to do this time? ”

Baudelaire smiled and asked, "What if it's the same thing as it was three years ago?" ”

"Your Excellency Baudelaire, have you touched the authorities' nerves again?"

At this time, Barrister Gambi finally turned around, and he said helplessly, "It is not a matter of a day or two that the feudal maggots of the Paris government's censorship department veto progressive works, they are like dogs shaking their heads and tails, banning some enlightened works to curry favor with their masters, this group of people is more hateful than the Holy See and theocracy." Say it, and I'll see if I can help you. ”

Baudelaire shook his head and said, "Not to help me, but to help the conscience of a society to uphold justice." ”

"Presiding over justice?"

Barrister Gan Bi spread his hands and said helplessly, "I am just a lawyer who relies on legal weapons to fight, not a revolutionary, and I can only help you uphold justice within the framework of the law." ”

"No, no, no, you're mistaken."

Baudelaire pulled out a wad of papers from his bosom and handed it to the man in front of him. He looked at the crucifix statue in front of him and said calmly, "I wonder if if I want to publish this poem, will I be troubled by the Imperial Press Censorship?" I'm not sure about their bottom line. ”

"Poetry?"

Gan Bida instantly showed an impatient look, he turned his head and asked, "You asked me out from afar just to ask for an opinion on a poem?" Baudelaire, my time is precious, and you should ask for a poem. ”

"I know."

The manuscript was handed to Gambida, and Baudelaire insisted, "Read it once, and then tell me the answer." I want to publish this poem in the newspaper to let more people know. ”

Gan Bida could only reluctantly take the manuscript paper, and when he hurriedly glanced at the poem, his expression paused instantly.

A flash of astonishment flashed across his face, replaced by a solemn expression.

His eyes were fixed on the manuscript paper, and he slowly clenched his fists, and the paper was pulled into a wrinkle with the force of his palm.

"Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble......"

Gan Bida also loved poetry when he studied law hard, and the thoughts and emotions expressed in the "Questions and Answers" had a shocking impact on the young souls who opposed the feudal system.

"This poem ......"

He raised his head, looked at Baudelaire in front of him, opened his mouth and paused for a long time, not knowing how to express it.

Baudelaire gave a knowing "I knew" smile and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Gan Bida took a deep breath and said slowly, "I want to know, who wrote these two poems?" Also, the author of "One Generation" is a yellow race? ”