"That's what power does, without a watch kept on it." Lesgle folds his hands over his knees and looks down at the floor. "Well, you've had the short version of the long view; without the history, the immediate grievances seem small, but without the thousand small grievances the history loses its meaning. All the little things: the muzzled press, the hungry workers. The cholera that came in the spring. Thousands dying of it in Paris, and of course the poor hit hardest. Algeria, good God! And every complaint stamped down into silence by police and soldiers, and this called 'peace.' That lie, and plastered all over it, the lie that we had fought and died in 1830 to put this fat king in place."