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448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1876

They had taken possession of every part of him, using his feet to climb, his hands to steal, his jaws to tear and devour. They lived on his flesh, deriving all their pleasure and health from it, feasting on it without any thought of the future. And now, having sucked him dry, and beginning to hear the very foundations cracking, they were scurrying away, like rats who know a building is about to collapse, after they had gnawed great holes in the walls. The whole gang was healthy and sleek. They were feeding on other flesh now.Rougon again realizes it is time to leave the political stage as his vacuous creation, Delastang—and his wife Chlorinde—benefits from the fall.
He loved power for power's sake, free from any vain lust for wealth or honours. Crassly ignorant and utterly undistinguished in everything but the management of other men, it was only in his need to dominate others that he achieved any kind of superiority.