I will blacken those who betrayed the common cause with the brush of infamy. . . . vile， sordid souls corrupted by gain！"[17] A little later， his letter to Buttafuoco， deputy in the Constituent Assembly and principal agent in the annexation to France， is one long strain of renewed， concentrated hatred， which， after at first trying to restrain it within the bounds of cold sarca**， ends in boiling over， like red-hot lava， in a torrent of scorching invective. - From the age of fifteen， at the Academy and afterwards in his regiment， he finds refuge in imagination in the past of his island；[18] he recounts its history， his mind dwells upon it for many years， and he dedicates his work to Paoli. Unable to get it published， he abridges it， and dedicates the abridgment to Abbé Raynal， recapitulating in a strained style， with warm， vibrating sympathy， the annals of his small community， its revolts and deliverances， its heroic and sanguinary outbreaks， its public and domestic tragedies， ambuscades， betrayals， revenges， loves， and murders， - in short， a history similar to that of the Scottish highlanders， while the style， still more than the sympathies， denotes the foreigner. Undoubtedly， in this work， as in other youthful writings， he follows as well as he can the authors in vogue - Rousseau， and especially Raynal； he gives a schoolboy imitation of their tirades， their sentimental declamation， and their humanitarian grandiloquence. But these borrowed clothes， which incommode him， do not fit him； they are too tight， and the cloth is too fine； they require too much circumspection in walking； he does not know how to put them on， and they rip at every seam. Not only has he never learned how to spell， but he does not know the true meaning， connections， and relations of words， the propriety or impropriety of phrases， the exact significance of imagery；[19] he strides on impetuously athwart a pell-mell of incongruities， incoherencies， Italianisms， and barbarisms， undoubtedly stumbling along through awkwardness and inexperience， but also through excess of ardor and of heat；[20] his jerking， eruptive thought， overcharged with passion， indicates the depth and temperature of its source. Already， at the Academy， the professor of belles-lettres[21] notes down that "in the strange and incorrect grandeur of his amplifications he seems to see granite fused in a volcano." However original in mind and in sensibility， ill-adapted as he is to the society around him， different from his comrades， it is clear beforehand that the current ideas which take such hold on them will obtain no hold on him.
Of the two dominant and opposite ideas which clash with each other， it might be supposed that he would lean either to one or to the other， although accepting neither. - Pensioner of the king， who supported him at Brienne， and afterwards in the Military Academy； who also supported his sister at Saint-Cyr； who， for twenty years， is the benefactor of his family； to whom， at this very time， he addresses entreating or grateful letters over his mother's signature - he does not regard him as his born general； it does not enter his mind to take sides and draw his sword in his patron's behalf；' in vain is he a gentleman， to whom， d'Hozier has certified； reared in a school of noble cadets， he has no noble or monarchical traditions.[22] - Poor and tormented by ambition， a reader of Rousseau， patronized by Raynal， and tacking together sentences of philosophic fustian about equality， if he speaks the jargon of the day， it is without any belief in it.