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on,mm"!m
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rom-
mmlrerlthe
vmmding
ofmidnight
upon
thv
clock... ,And’thus‘
(00,
it
lzappmzed,perhaps,
lhm
before
thelast
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of
thelastrhmw
/wd
utterly
sunk
into
silmite,
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many
/'mlividual.s'inthe
crowdwhohad
found
Ieisurr 10 becmru’
aware
of
the
prresrcmuz
of
umusket!
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wlrirhhaddN'(’.$‘FL'flI110
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ofm)single
imIivit£zmI'
before.
..
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figure
wastalland
gaunt,
andshrouded
from
ham]to
fool
in
thcl1ubiIinu'nts'
of
the
gmve.
Th(’Im1.\‘kwhich
concralrdYIN,‘
visage
I32 LAWI8
himself,
he
slowly
lostcontroloftherealm.Eunuchsandministersenacted
politicalpolicies
withouthis
approval
orevenhis
knowledge;they
also
plottedagainst
him.
By
the
end,
hewas
emperor
in
name
only,
andwasso
isolatedthat
barelyanyone
knewhehaddied.Hehad
probably
been
poi-
soned
by
thesame
scheming
ministerswho
encouraged
hisisolation.
Thatiswhatisolation
brings:
Retreatintoa.fortressand
you
losecon-
tactwiththe
sources
of
yourpower.
Youlose
your
earforwhatis
happen-
ing
around
you,
aswellasa
sense
of
proportion.
Insteadof
being
safer,
you
cut
yourself
offfromthekindof
knowledge
onwhich
your
life
depends.
Neverenclose
yourself
sofarfromthestreetsthat
you
cannothearwhatis
happening
around
you,including
the
plotsagainstyou.
OBSERVANCEOFTHE
LAW
LouisXIVhadthe
palace
ofVersaillesbuiltforhimandhiscourtinthe
16605,
anditwaslikenoother
royalpalace
intheworld.AsinEl,
beehive,
everything
revolvedaroundthe
royalperson.
Helivedsurrounded
by
the
nobility,
whowereallotted
apartments
nestledaround
his,
their
closeness
tohim
dependent
ontheirrank.The
kings
bedroom
occupied
theliteral
centerofthe
palace
andwasthefocusof
everyone’s
attention.
Every
mom~
ing
the
king
was
greeted
inthisroom
by
aritualknownasthelever.
At
eight
A.M.,
the
king's
first
valet,
who
slept
atthefootofthe
royal
bed,
would
awakenHis
Majesty.
Then
pages
would
open
thedoorand
admitthosewhohada.functioninthelever.Theorderoftheir
entry
was
precise:
Firstcamethe
king’sillegitimate
sonsandhis
grandchildren,
then
the
princes
and
princesses
ofthe
blood,
andthenhis
physician
andsur-
geon.
Therefollowedthe
grand
ollicersofthe
wardrobe,
the
king’s
oflicial
reader,
andthosein
charge
of
entertaining
the
king‘
Nextwouldarrive
var-
ious
government
officials.
in
ascending
orderofrank.Lastbutnotleast
camethose
attending
the[ever
byspecial
invitation.
By
theendofthecere»
many,
theroomwouldbe
packed
withwelloverahundred
royal
atten»
damsandvisitors.
The
day
was
organized
sothatallthe
palace’senergy
wasdirected
at
and
passedthrough
the
king.
Louiswas
constantly
attended
by
courtiers
and
officials,
all
asking
forhisadviceand
judgment.
Toalltheir
questions
he
usuallyreplied,
“Ishallsee.”
AsSaint-Simon
noted,
“Ifheturnedto
someone,
askedhima
ques-
tion,
madean
insignificant
remark,
the
eyes
ofall
present
wereturnedon
this
person.
Itwasa
distinction
thatwas
talked
ofandincreased
prestige.”
There
was
no
possibility
of
privacy
inthe
palace,
notevenforthe
king-
every
roomcommunicatedwith
another,
and
every
hallway
ledto
larger
roomswhere
groups
ofnobles
gathered
constantly. Everyone’s
actions
were
interdependent,
and
nothing
andnoone
passed
unnoticed:“The
king
not
only
sawtoitthatallthe
highnobility
was
present
athis
court,”
wrote
Saint—Simon,
“hedemandedthesame
of
theminor
nobility.
Athis
leverand
voucher,
athis
meals,
inhis
gardens
of
Versailles,
he
always
looked