Honoré de Balzac,
Ursule Mirouët — Part I, Section 9
(1842)
“ The sight of these high, gray walls where all the windows were barred, and the wicket can only be entered by stooping—awful lesson!—this gloomy pile in a quarter full of misery where it stands up amidst deserted streets like a crowning misery: all these melancholy things overcame Ursule and made her weep a little. “What!” she said, “are young men imprisoned for money? how can a debt give a money-lender even greater power than the king? And so he is there!” she cried, “and where, godfather?” she added, looking from window to window. “Ursule,” said the old man, “you make me play the fool. ”
