The audacity of Napoleon Bonaparte
The name alone rings fear within the graves of royal names in England. I can feel the royal graveyard shaking even today. Most of the human race will never have this amount of gravitas in a hundred lifetimes. They want to feel safe under a starry sky. The quintessential dream of every conqueror/emperor/general to command an army though the sheer weight of his voice. The kind of gravitas that grabs a hold of men like a river’s undertow.
I am talking about Napoleons escape from Elba. Do you know the type? The type of person who evades capture and ends up home only to be welcomed with open arms by those who were sent to arrest him? The kind of man who arrives on the shores of Golfe-Juan (between modern day Cannes and Nice) to reclaim his honour. All that matters is his lust for the throne, it did not matter which french forces came to ‘arrest’ him, he knew they would not. They were already kneeling before him when they got the orders from the french pretender Louis XVIII.
This is the kind of audacity and command Napoleon holds, he was not exiled on Elba specifically on others accords, he chose that island. He must have known that ‘European players were stuck inside with him, and not the other way around’ and it was only a matter of time before he gathered up the seriousness of gods before going back to his playground.