Jacques Belmont (jacques_belmont) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-05-01 16:59:00 |
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Jacques could not sit still. He found this to be extremely unusual; he could spend hours sitting and thinking, reading, or writing. Today, however, he nearly trembled with nerves. He had tried to work on his latest play, but the words escaped him as soon as he strung enough of syllables together to form a line of alexandrine poetry. Had Racine, Corneille, or Moliere ever let an interview with an almost unknown and hated father spook them out of twelve- syllable couplets?
Closing his eyes, Jacques forced himself to sit down. This was beyond ridiculous. Every philosopher from Aristotle to Rousseau praised the nuclear family and celebrated the father as the natural and right head of the household. Granted, Rousseau then went on to discuss how, when a father had been wrongly fulfilling his duties-
No, focus, Jacques.
Jacques pressed his lips together and stood, slowly and calmly. What need had he of a father when he had the Nation? This meeting did not matter. So what if Léon Belmont had married his mother? So what if Léon Belmont had paid for his schooling? His loyalty lay with his country; all due familial love went to his mother and to the great nation that had raised him, housed him, provided for him-
"The Ambassador will see you now."
Jacques lifted his chin and followed the secretary into his father's office.