Excerpt from Robespierre and the Women He Loved The life Robespierre breathes that majestic sadness of tragedy of which Jean Racine speaks so divinely. It reflects something of that passionate and melancholy spirit so closely in harmony with the landscapes of the province of Artois. Whoever has visited the valleys of that peaceful country, traversed by rivers, be-sprinkled with green hamlets, and guarded by belfries, like so many mute sentinels, must have been gripped by the power of the mortal beauty of these landscapes and by their charm of unspeakable nostalgia. On these borders of the French Flanders, Spanish bands, hurled into the Low Countries, had left an indelible impression, the deep traces of their turbulent passage. They had stamped the Flemish soil with their violent and brutal seal.
I read this awhile ago and it was more of a skim than a read. (That’s the thing that I like most abt biographies, you can skip to the parts you actually care abt.) well, I think I’ve read enough to mark it as read. Maybe 80% of the book more but probably not less. It was the only book on Robespierre that kept my interest, probably for all the talk abt his personal life- the man behind the name you know? I enjoy that. I wasnt even as interest abt the women that this book is based off of!! I just liked the anecdotes on his daily life.