“To love, as in war, for in the end, it is necessary to see it up close,” said Napoleon. For his first assault lovers, the young Bonaparte decided to go to a professional. In the evening of Thursday, November 22, 1787, lieutenant in the second eighteen-year-old walks the streets of the capital, where he finds it hard to survive. Two weeks earlier, he returned from a leave of absence of several months spent in Corsica to try to settle the debts left by his father to his death. In vain. Efflanqué, floating in her outfit too much, the one that Laure Permon – the future duchess of Abrantès – nicknamed…
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