Are we so sure of ourselves and our age as to divide the company of our forefathers into the just and the damned?. . . [S]ince nothing is more variable than such judgments, subject to all the fluctuations of collective opinion or personal caprice, history, by all too frequently preferring the compilation of honor rolls to that of notebooks, has gratuitously given itself the appearance of the most uncertain of disciplines. Hollow indictments are followed by vain rehabilitations. Robespierrists! Anti-Robespierrists! For pity’s sake, simply tell us what Robespierre was.24
