If you wish to understand what revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow. Tomorrow performs its work irresistibly, and it does it from today. It always accomplishes its aim through unexpected means. It uses Wellington to make Foy, who was only a soldier, an orator. Foy falls at Hougomont and rises again at the rostrum. Thus progress proceeds. There can be no wrong tools for this workman. Never distracted, it adopts to its divine work the man who strode over the Alps and the good old tottering patient at the Père Lysée.