human
I shall be summoned to the council of war. I have my plan. I explain it--'tis accepted--it succeeds. I am placed in supreme command--the Prussians are chased back to their sour-krout. And I--well--I don't like to boast, but thou'lt see--thou'lt see--what will happen.
gpt
And thy plan, Charles--thou hast formed it already?
human
Ay, ay,--the really military genius is prompt, _mon petit Armand_--a flash of the brain. Hark ye! Let the Vandals come to Paris and invest it. Whatever their numbers on paper, I don't care a button; they can only have a few thousands at any given point in the vast circumference of the capital. Any fool must grant that--thou must grant it eh?
gpt
It seems just.
human
Of course. Well, then, we proceed by sorties of 200,000 men repeated every other day, and in twelve days the Prussians are in full flight. The country rises on their flight--they are cut to pieces. I depose Trochu--the National Guard elects the Saviour of France. I have a place in my eye for thee. Thou art superb as a decorator--thou shalt be Minister des Beaux Arts. But keep clear of the canaille. No more strikes then--thou wilt be an employer--respect thy future order.