the fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a little more rain, and a cloud traversing the sky out of season sufficed to make a world crumble. The battle of Waterloo could not be begun until half-past eleven o'clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground was wet.
by Victor Hugo
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In Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables," he reflects on the pivotal moment of the Battle of Waterloo, suggesting that even minor changes in weather could have shifted the course of European history. He emphasizes that the outcome of such a significant event hinged on the elements, particularly rain, which delayed the battle and the arrival of crucial reinforcements. This idea illustrates the fragility of fate and how external factors can alter the trajectory of major historical events.

Hugo’s contemplation serves as a powerful reminder of how seemingly insignificant occurrences can lead to profound consequences. The battle was delayed because of wet ground, allowing allies to arrive and ultimately contributing to Napoleon's downfall. This notion highlights the unpredictable nature of history; a slight variation in circumstances could have transformed the defeat at Waterloo into a victory, showcasing the delicate balance of power and chance in shaping the future.

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