Robespierre called himself “the Incorruptible.”
There is something to the thought of men like Saint Just and Stalin sitting at desks scribbling furiously throughout the day, their proscriptions read aloud and the blood dripping from their purged enemies’ bodies before the ink was yet dry.
The great Terrors of leftists have a peculiar smell about them separate from the reactions of monarchies. The supposed bals des victimes are delicious.
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