The Death of Napoleon - Simon Leys
Proud Emperor scorns
simple, lower-class rabble
until he is one
“The sky was divided between night and dawn - blue-black from the west to the zenith, pearl-white in the east - and was completely filled with the most fantastic cloud architecture one could possibly imagine. The night breeze had erected huge unfinished palaces, colonades, towers, and glaciers, and then had abandoned this heavenly chaos in solemn stillness, to be a pedestal for the dawn.”