“All the rich were on my side; but the poor, the old women, the children, and a few pig-headed people were violently opposed to me.  Unluckily it so fell out that my last removal had not been completely carried out.  The cretin whom you have just seen, not having returned to his house, had not been taken away, so that the next morning he was the sole remaining example of his species in the village.  There were several families still living there; but though they were little better than idiots, they were, at any rate, free from the taint of cretinism.  I determined to go through with my work, and came officially in open day to take the luckless creature from his dwelling.  I had no sooner left my house than my intention got abroad.  The cretin’s friends were there before me, and in front of his hovel I found a crowd of women and children and old people, who hailed my arrival with insults accompanied by a shower of stones.

“In the midst of the uproar I should perhaps have fallen a victim to the frenzy that possesses a crowd excited by its own outcries and stirred up by one common feeling, but the cretin saved my life!  The poor creature came out of his hut, and raised the clucking sound of his voice.  He seemed to be an absolute ruler over the fanatical mob, for the sight of him put a sudden stop to the clamor.  It occurred to me that I might arrange a compromise, and thanks to the quiet so opportunely restored, I was able to propose and explain it.  Of course, those who approved of my schemes would not dare to second me in this emergency, their support was sure to be of a purely passive kind, while these superstitious folk would exert the most active vigilance to keep their last idol among them; it was impossible, it seemed to me, to take him away from them.  So I promised to leave the cretin in peace in his dwelling, with the understanding that he should live quite by himself, and that the remaining families in the village should cross the stream and come to live in the town, in some new houses which I myself undertook to build, adding to each house a piece of ground for which the Commune was to repay me later on.

“Well, my dear sir, it took me fully six months to overcome their objection to this bargain, however much it may have been to the advantage of the village families.  The affection which they have for their wretched hovels in country districts is something quite unexplainable.  No matter how unwholesome his hovel may be, a peasant clings far more to it than a banker does to his mansion.  The reason of it?  That I do not know.  Perhaps thoughts and feelings are strongest in those who have but few of them, simply because they have but few.  Perhaps material things count for much in the lives of those who live so little in thought; certain it is that the less they have, the dearer their possessions are to them.  Perhaps, too, it is with the peasant as with the prisoner—­he does not squander the powers of his soul, he centres them all upon a single idea, and this is how his feelings come to be so exceedingly strong.  Pardon these reflections on the part of a man who seldom exchanges ideas with any one.  But, indeed, you must not suppose, sir, that I am much taken up with these far-fetched considerations.  We all have to be active and practical here.