“Andyoutruly，youaremyfriendSanterre，thegreatmanandthegreatestofdoctors。Forthebeerwhichyougetfromhisbreweryisabettermedicineforthepeoplethanallmyelectuariescanbe。Andyou，myworthyfriendofthehop-pole，willyoucondescendtotaketheuglymonkeyMaratonyourshoulders，thathemaytellthepeoplethegreatnewsoftheday？“
Insteadofanswering，thebrewerSanterreseizedthelittlecrookedmanbybotharms，swunghimupwithgiantstrength，andsethimonhisshoulders。
Thepeople，delightedwiththedexterityandstrengthoftheherculeanman，brokeintoaloudcheer，andapplaudedthebrewer，whomallknew，andwhowasapopularpersonageinthecity。ButMarat，too，thehorse-doctoroftheCountd’Artois，ashecalledhimselfderisively，thedoctorofpovertyandmisfortune，ashisflattererstermedhim——Marat，too，wasknowntomanyinthethrong，andafterSanterrehadbeenapplauded，theysalutedMaratwithaloudvivat，andwithboisterousclappingofhands。
Heturnedhisdistorted，uglyvisagetowardtheTuileries，whosemassiveproportionstoweredupabovetheloftytreesofthegardens，andwithathreateninggestureshookhisfistattheroyalpalace。
“Haveyouheardit，youproudgodsoftheearth？Haveyouheardthesacredthundermutteringsofmajesty？Areyounotstartledfromthesleepofyourvice，andcompelledtofalluponyourkneesandpray，aspoorsinnersdobeforetheirjudgment？Butno。Youdonotseeandyoudonothear。Yourearsaredeafandyourheartsaresealed!