“Everything I see about me is sowing the seeds of a revolution that is inevitable, though I shall not have the pleasure of seeing it. The lightning is so close at hand that it will strike at the first chance, and then there will be a pretty uproar. The young are fortunate, for they will see fine things.”

Voltaire, 1788

Revolution!

France - Chapter 9

We Stepped Out Gaily On A Carpet Of Flowers, Little Imagining The Abyss Beneath

January 1785 — April 1789

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