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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Chapter 73 of 365

Chapter Iii—the Eighteenth Of June, 1815

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Let us turn back,—that is one of the story-teller’s rights,—and putourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier thanthe epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book tookplace.

If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a little more rain, and a cloud traversing the sky out of season sufficed to make a world crumble.

The battle of Waterloo could not be begun until half-past eleven o’clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground was wet. The artillery had to wait until it became a little firmer before they could manœuvre.

Chapter Iii—the Eighteenth Of June, 1815

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