Reading for Saturday, 21 March
I really wasn’t sure what to make of this chapter. I’m not sure whether, if it were all in French, it would be an example of the Frenchman Michaud showing off his heroic (but rather empty) little speeches to the Tsar?
I’m not sure. Either way, it ends with the Tsar a bit happier about the whole issue of Moscow having been surrendered, and feeling like he can go on fighting . . . I don’t think anyone’s told him that Tolstoy thinks he has no influence on the course of history at all, otherwise he might feel more miserable.
But let’s not ruin the experience for him, okay? What’s the point of being Tsar, if history rolls right over the top of you?