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It is nearly beyond comprehension that a King should suffer so, and if these facts were generally known among the peasantry they would doubtless be misconstrued as an omen of Divine misfavor. In the corridors of Versailles, where most but not all! of the King’s sufferings are common knowledge, there are a few weak-minded ninehammers who think this way; but fortunately this chateau has been graced, for the last few weeks, by the presence of Father Edouard de Gex, a vigorous young Jesuit of a good family when Louis seized the Franche-Comte in 1667 this family betrayed their Spanish neighbors and flung open their gates to his army; Louis has rewarded them with titlesand a great favorite of Mme. de Maintenon, who looks to him as a sort of spiritual guide. Where most of our fawning courtier-priests would prefer to avoid the theological questions raised by the King’s sufferings, Father Edouard has recently taken this bull by the horns, and both asked and answered these questions in a most forthright and public way. He has given lengthy homilies at Mass, and Mme. de Maintenon has arranged for his words to be printed and distributed around Versailles and Paris. I will try to send you a copy of his booklet. The gist of it is that the King is France and that his ailments and sufferings are reflections of the condition of the realm. If various pockets of his flesh have become abscessed it is a sort of carnal metaphor for the continued existence of heresy within the borders of France-meaning, as everyone knows, the R.P.R., the religion pretendue reformee, or Huguenots as they are known by some. The points of similarity between R.P.R. communities and suppurating abscesses are many, viz…
Forgive this endless homily, but I have much to tell and am weary of writing endless descriptions of gowns and jewels to cover my traces. This family of Fr. de Gex, Mme. la duchesse d’Oyo
This family’s opportunity finally came when Louis conquered the Franche-Comte, as I said, and they have not failed to take full advantage of it. Last year brought them more good fortune: the Duke of Savoy was forced to take as his wife A
Now Savoy also borders on that troublesome Lake and it has long been the case that Calvinist proselytizers would come up the valleys to preach to the common folk, who have followed the example of their Duke in being independent-minded and have been receptive to the rebel creed.
You can almost finish the story yourself now, Doctor. Father Edouard has been telling his disciple, Mme. de Maintenon, all about how Protestants have been ru
As I write this Father Edouard is preparing to ride south as chaplain of a French army with Marechal de Catinat at its head. They will go into Savoy whether the Duke likes it or not, and enter the valleys of the Protestants and kill everyone they see. Do you know of any way to send warnings to that part of the world?
The King and all who know of his late sufferings take comfort in the understanding that Father Edouard has brought us: namely that the measures taken against the R.P.R., cruel as they might seem, are more painful to the King than to anyone; but that this pain must be endured lest the whole body perish.
I must go-I have responsibilities below. My next letter will come from Dunquerque, God willing.
Your most affectionate student and servant,
Eliza
Philosophy is written in this immense book that stands ever open before our eyes (I speak of the Universe), but it ca
–Galileo Galilei, Il Saggiatore
(The Assayer) in Opere, v. 6, p. 197,
translation by Julian Barbour
THE AIR IN THE COFFEE-HOUSEmade Daniel feel as if he’d been buried in rags.
Roger Comstock was peering down the stem of his clay pipe like a drunken astronomer drawing a bead on something. In this case the target was Robert Hooke, Fellow of the Royal Society, visible only barely (because of gloom and smoke) and sporadically (because of table-flitting patrons). Hooke had barricaded himself behind a miniature apothecary shop of bottles, purses, and flasks, and was mixing up his di
Daniel could think of nothing to add.
“What of Newton?” Roger demanded. “You said he was going to die. ”
“Well, I was the only way he ever got food,” Daniel said weakly. “From the time we began rooming together until my ejection in ’77, I kept him alive like a nursemaid. So I had good reasons for making that prediction.”
“Someone else must have been bringing him food since then-one of his students?”
“He has no students,” Daniel pointed out.
“ But he must eat,” Roger countered.