Word: auriolism
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Presiding over the debates on a new constitution, Auriol was in his element. Scrubby mustache bristling, his face grown plumper and pinker from exertion, Auriol would ring his little bell passionately as the debate grew stormy, calling, "Messieurs . . . MESSIEURS...
When the constitution was promulgated, after 26 months of doctrinaire hairsplitting, it was a victory for Auriol's compromise policy. (A popular cartoon had showed him yelling into a telephone: "Thirty-seven Chambers and six Presidents, that's my final offer!") But the victory was only tactical. With a few minor changes, the same abuses which Auriol had attacked in his book would be possible under the Fourth Republic. On Jan. 16, 1947, Vincent Auriol was elected President of the Republic; since then his job has been, as he once wrote, to "regularize political disorder...
...cavernous palace, Auriol lives as simply as he does in Muret. He is up every morning at 6. A few minutes later, he brews himself some coffee on the hotplate which stands in his bedroom. For the next two hours and a half, he works in his bedroom on papers set out the night before. At 9, after a walk in the palace gardens, he joins Madame Auriol for breakfast. By 9:30 he is back at his desk receiving his personal secretaries, (including Paul Auriol, who lives with his wife and two sons in another wing of the palace...
...just returned from the Himalayas, and the Comtesse de Paris, some of whose husband's Bourbon ancestors resided briefly in the Elysée. Most afternoons and evenings are packed with official receptions, dinners and speeches, but the President prefers a quiet evening at home-dining with Madame Auriol in a small bedsitting room. When he has no official engagement, he tries...
Weekends, the Auriols stay in a secluded, six-room, one-telephone hunting lodge in the forest at Marly-le-Roi, near Versailles. But every August, for a real vacation, they go back to the rose-walled house in Muret, close by the swift-flowing Louge. This is the France which Vincent Auriol, with a Frenchman's passion for the soil, loves best...