I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

It Is The Nature Of Human Beings, And Especially Of The Mediocre Ones, To Wish To Change Everything. They Desire It All The More Because They Know Popularity Will Accrue Rather To Those Who Disturb Than To Those Who Maintain Order.

We Had A Beautiful Dream And That Was All. The Interest Of My Son Is The Only Guide I Have, And Whatever Happiness I Could Achieve By Being Free Of This Place I Cannot Consent To Separate My Self From Him. I Could Not Have Any Pleasure In The World If I Abandoned My Children. I Do Not Even Have Any Regrets.

No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.