Who writes like this anymore? Lord Acton's mellifluously measured, sober prose is Whigging me out. An immensely and impressively wise, learned, considered, and impartial reflection upon the French Revolution—the best I've ever encountered, if truth be told (well, Carlyle is right up there, from what I've read, but it is of an entirely different timber...)
What a confusing mess was the French Revolution. This book does not help. It assumes you have a good understanding of the history. Without that, it is very difficult to follow.