Versailles Stole My Heart
We lodgers—logeants, as those who were privileged to live at the chateau used to be called—were experiencing the negative side of our cruel isolation. How nice, how wonderful, to live apart like this, in sublime unawareness. How frightening, how terrifying, to know nothing, or almost nothing, when the rest of the country was joining in league against us. …
Maybe it was just me; maybe I had gauged the value of my time so completely in terms of my reading sessions with the Queen that I had completely drifted away from reality. Perhaps I had carried the sheltering effect of “these parts” further than the others had, but I had the feeling that everyone around me, each person staggering to and fro in his separate darkness, was in the same plight as I.
—Farewell, My Queen by Chantal Thomas
