It So Happens That The World Is

Old France, Weighed Down With History, Prostrated By Wars And Revolutions, Endlessly Vacillating From Greatness To Decline, But Revived, Century After Century, By The Genius Of Renewal!

No, I'm Not Talking About The Russians; I Mean The Germans. In Spite Of Everything, To Have Pushed So Far!

I Myself Have Become A Gaullist Only Little By Little.

I Have Against Me The Bourgeois, The Military And The Diplomats, And For Me, Only The People Who Take The Métro.

Once Upon A Time There Was An Old Country, Wrapped Up In Habit And Caution. We Have To Transform Our Old France Into A New Country And Marry It To Its Time.