‘Do you understand what I say about heroes? There is no place for them. Resistance to tyrants means oblivion. I will embrace that oblivion. My name will vanish from the page.’ ‘Good citizen, forgive me,’ the patriot said doggedly. Eyes rested on him briefly. ‘Yes, I’m Robespierre,’ he said. He put his hand on Citizen Desmoulins’s arm. ‘Camille, history is fiction.’
