The son of a Musketeer unplugging

I know i’ve been gone for a while. It was not my intention and though I have a good explanation for it I’m not here to make excuses. I will just try to avoid this from happening again (I’ll try to post at least once a week)

So without any more BS, I will jump to what I wanted to write. I am a big reader, I have always a book, or two that I’m reading in a wide range of topics and styles. Sometimes I find gems like the one I want to share with you. It’s in my version of The Man in the Iron Mask. I think it is the 3d volume of the last part of the Three Musketeers Saga and when it is divided in 4 volumes it would be under Luise de La Valliere (I’m not sure, but that’s what I found). Anyway, the passage seems to reveal the Red Pill moment (I still have to read what comes after) of Raoul de Bragelonne, the son of one of the Musketeers (Athos) after discovering that Louise whom to he had been engaged has given him up for the King Luis XIV (simply a higher status, bad boy) I would like to make some comments on the text, but I think it is better to leave it alone and let everyone make their own conclusions:

… Besides, what has life hithero, been for me? A cold and sterile plain on which I have continually fought for others, but never for myself. At one time, for a king; at another for a woman. The king has betrayed me; the woman has treated me with disdain. Shall I not make all women do penance for the crime of one? And to accomplish this, what is necessary? Simply to be young, handsome, strong, brave, and rich. Already some of these attributes are mine; in time I shall possess them all…

The stain which has been imprinted on me by that woman, the sorrow with which she has torn my heart — the heart of Raoul, the companion of her childhood — casts no stigma upon Monsieur de Bragelonne, the gallant officer who, at the first opportunity, will not fail to cover himself with glory, and who will become a hundred times of more importance than Mademoiselle de la Valliere, the king’s mistress; for the king will never marry her, and the more publicly he proclaims her his mistress, the heavier will become the coronet of shame which she wears on her head in place of a crown; and in proportion as she is despised by others, as I myself despise her, so shall I become an object for adulation and a winner of renown….