I’ll tell you what it is – the fellow has no debts, and no mistresses. Can that be what the public wants these days – a Swiss pinch-penny, with no balls?
‘My dear,’ Annette said, ‘there are three women here in considerable agony of mind. Do you think you could bring yourself to be a little more particular in your description of events?’
‘All right,’ she said, ‘you have the licence of long acquaintance. But your tone. Your manner. You should save that for berating the Right. Go and make them flinch.’ His face
(And such a handsome, pensive face, Pétion thought, which no doubt has something to do with his appeal; God help poor plain Mme Buzot if this determined little piece sinks her claws into François-Léonard.)
They frightened me, those bits of paper; it was as if all my life, from the time I learned to write, these blessed Austrians had set spies to follow me about.’
‘The only vertu those bastards understand is the kind I demonstrate every night to my wife.’ Robespierre’s face crumpled, like a child’s on the verge of tears. He followed Danton out into the dark passage.
don’t need processions and rosaries and relics, but we do need, when things are very bad, the prospect of consolation – we do need, when things are even worse, the idea that in the long