More than one person listening to Jean-Luc Mélenchon yesterday turned to his or her neighbor and said, "On dirait de Gaulle!" It was the somewhat lugubrious rhythms of the speech rather than the quality of the prose, I'm afraid, that recalled the general, who would probably have recoiled from sentences like "Chaque matin qui se lève, la lumière étend son domaine dans la journée. La nuit se replie. Vient le temps des cerises et de jours heureux." This wasn't the incandescent Mélenchon of the average party rally. But what exactly was it? Judge for yourself.
Meeting de Jean-Luc Mélenchon by LCP