to go put on the tailcoat required for dinner at the Princess’, I said to him,
leaving him at the door of my dressing room: “So then, Rodenbach, you advise me to
reserve this month for my death!”
VI “THE LEMOINE AFFAIR” BY MICHELET
The diamond can be mined at strange depths (1300 meters). To bring the most brilliant
stone back, which alone can support the fire of a woman’s gaze (in Afghanistan, a
diamond is called “the eye of flame”), you will have to descend endlessly into the
dark kingdom. How many times will Orpheus wander astray before he brings Eurydice
back to daylight! But be not discouraged! If your heart loses its resolve, the stone
is there, and with its very distinct flame seems to say, “Courage, one more blow with
your pickaxe, and I am yours.” But one moment of hesitation, and you are dead. There
is salvation only in speed. A touching dilemma. Toresolve it, many lives wore themselves out in the Middle Ages. It was posited more
harshly at the beginning of the twentieth century (December 1907—January 1908). Someday
I will relate that magnificent Lemoine affair, the greatness of which no contemporary
has suspected; I will show the little man, with clumsy hands, his eyes burning with
the terrible search, a Jew probably (M. Drumont said so not without plausibility;
even today the Lemoustiers—a contraction of Monastère—are not uncommon in the Dauphiné,
the chosen land of Israel throughout the whole Middle Ages), leading all of Europe’s
politics for three months, forcing proud England to consent to a trade treaty that
was ruinous for it, to save its threatened mines, its discredited companies. No doubt
it would pay his weight in gold for us to yield the man up. His release on bail, the
greatest conquest of modern times (Sayous, Batbie), was three times refused. The deductive
German in front of his stein of beer, seeing the shares in De Beers go down day by
day, took heart again (the Harden retrial, Polish law, refusal to answer the Reichstag).
Touching immolation of the Jew throughout the ages! “You slander me, stubbornly accuse
me of treason against all evidence, on land, on sea (Dreyfus affair, Ullmo affair);
well then! I give you my gold (see the great development of Jewish banks at the end
of the nineteenth century), and more than gold, what you could still not buy with
the weight of gold: the diamond.” —Grave lesson; very sadly did I meditate on it during
that winter of 1908 when nature itself, abdicating all violence, became treacherous
instead. Never werethere fewer harsh cold spells, but there was a fog that even at noon the sun could
not contrive to pierce. What’s more, the temperature was very mild—all the more lethal.
Many deaths—more than in the preceding ten years—and, in January, violets under the
snow. One’s mind was quite disturbed by this Lemoine affair, which quite correctly
appeared to me immediately as an episode in the great struggle of wealth against science;
every day I went to the Louvre where instinctively the people linger, more often than
they do before da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, at the Crown diamonds. More than once I’ve had
trouble getting close to them. It goes without saying, this study attracted me, but
I did not like it. And my reason? I did not sense any life in it. Always that has
been my strength, my weakness too, this need for life. At the high point of the reign
of Louis XIV, when absolutism seems to have killed all freedom in France, for two
long years—more than a century—(1680-1789), peculiar headaches every day made me think
that I was going to be forced to abandon my history. I didn’t really recover my strength
until the Tennis Court Oath (20 June 1789). I felt similarly disturbed before this
strange realm of crystallization that is the world of the stone. Here there is no
more of the flexibility of the flower that, at the most arduous