I woke up face to face with Robespierre
he was smiling, the tough words were
emerging without hesitations, nuances
existed no more. “I’d like to smoke,”
he says. The first smoke. He turns around
and smiles. “Excuse me,” he says with the same
tranquil and dark look, “hereabouts flashes
Nemesis, the measure is broken. All that’s human
terrifies me. Commissioner, urgently double
the number of pates. Let the skulls dance
on the scaffold as at the ball. Let them
manufacture yet another million guillotines.
The confusion and the duress are the effects
of the laziness.” I leaped up ‒ the agreement
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