Word: corsican
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...driven up from his country home, 150 miles southeast of Paris, it was Pflimlin who came to the meeting as a petitioner. Only that morning the National Assembly had given Pflimlin a majority of 428 to 119 (on a vote against a Deputy who took part in the Corsican uprising - TIME, June 2). But Pflimlin had also heard the bellow of Right-Wing Deputy Jean-Louis Tixier-Vignancour: "I repeat to the government what the whole country tells...
...more than 100 towns, and when Interior Minister Jules Moch telephoned provincial prefects to find out what they were doing to suppress the committees, many a prefect was inexplicably unavailable. Most shattering of all had been the upshot of Moch's efforts to put down the Corsican uprising. In defiance of a direct order, France's air force failed to provide transport to Corsica for 125 of France's "most reliable" cops, the black-helmeted troopers of the Compagnie Républicaine de Sécurité. And when the C.R.S. men finally did reach the island...
...Paris grim-faced Premier Pierre Pflimlin hastily called an emergency Cabinet meeting to deal with the second uprising against the Fourth Republic in twelve days. Early next morning Pflimlin's tape-recorded voice boomed out from the radios of France condemning the Corsican insurgents as "a handful of rebels" who "are seeking to drag us down the slope which leads to civil...
...will do you French all the harm I can." So said the pint-sized (5 ft. 2 in.), pale-faced Corsican named Buonaparte, who shunned his military schoolmates, read Plutarch in the library instead of playing games. Classmate Louis de Bourrienne also had the luck to be standing with 23-year-old Napoleon, then an out-at-the-elbow discharged officer, as he watched the howling mob sweep through the Tuileries to crown Louis XVI with the red cap of Liberty. He recorded young Buonaparte's Italian exclamation: "Che coglione! How could they let that rabble in? They should...
...suspenders because "your breeches always seem to be on the point of falling down." Léger, his tailor, reported indignantly turning down the Emperor's request to patch a pair of hunting breeches. And though Napoleon ennobled all his brothers, behind the scenes he ranted like any Corsican bourgeois, broke up one family council by musing aloud: "Suppose we sum up. Lucien is an ingrate. Joseph a Sardanapalus. Louis a paralytic. Jerome a scamp. As for you, ladies, you know what you are." Thanks to Author Jean Savant, the reader also gets all the goods on Napoleon Bonaparte...