Question about that day..

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OH NO! She's gonna talk about it..Yes..that horrible black day Thermidor..I'm a bit confused on it. Even in books..I'm like WTF?
 okay, here's what i do know.

Maxime and Co get arrested and sent to different prisons. They get released and all sort of beautiful things..xD So at the end, they're at City Hall at night..and..

that's where i get stumped.

I know Maxime attempted suicide and the others tried the same..well it seems like they were xD  I know Hanriot was outside with his soldiers, but they got lazy and tired, and went home. So again. I know Maxime was like hesisting to do anything..I know the robespierrist Mayor Les or whatever his name (too lazy to look it up -_-) And it may or may not rained.

Was Maxime alone with his associates? Was he with the commune? I'm so confused. I know the mess after. But why did he attempt to kill himself? That puzzled me. and why didn't they take any definitive action for their lives? (i'd do anything to save my life..clawing at people xD) Was it a lost cause?

Why didn't he try harder to save himself?

I'm prolly dumb xD and special..but i've always wondered it.  And i guess..since they lost the Commune.(as it gave up on them..) they were sitting ducks weren't they?

Anything helps xD Any corrections.xD  Any explantations for this?

 

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Part II

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I have seen in history all the supporters of freedom attacked by calumny; but their oppressors have died as well! The good ones and the evil ones both disappear from earth, but with different conditions. French [people], no longer suffer that your enemy dare to abase your souls with their distressing doctrine. No, Chaumette, no Fouché, death is not an eternal sleep. Citizens, erase from the graves this impious maxim engraved by sacreligious hands who throw a dark and funest veil on nature, who discourage the oppressed innocence, and who insult death. Engrave instead this one: death is the beginning of immortality."

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Louis-Antoine Saint-Just, Session of 9 thermidor Year II (27 July 1794):

"La circonstance où je me trouve eût paru délicate et difficile à quiconque aurait eu quelque chose à se reprocher : on aurait craint le triomphe des factions, qui donne la mort ; mais, certes, ce serait quitter peu de chose qu'une vie dans laquelle il faudrait être ou le complice ou le témoin muet du mal. [...] C'est pourquoi le voeu le plus tendre pour sa patrie que puisse faire un bon citoyen, le bienfait le plus doux qui puisse descendre des mains de la Providence sur un peuple libre, le fruit le plus précieux que puisse recueillir une nation généreuse de sa vertu, c'est la ruine, c'est la chute des factions. Quoi ! l'amitié s'est-elle envolée de la terre ? la jalousie présidera-t-elle aux mouvements du corps social ? et, par le prestige de la calomnie, perdra-t-on ses frères, parce qu'ils sont plus sages et plus magnanimes que nous ? La renommée est un vain bruit. Prêtons l'oreille sur les siècles écoulés ; nous n'entendrons plus rien : ceux qui, dans d'autres temps, se promèneront parmi nos urnes, n'en entendront pas davantage : le bien, voilà ce qu'il faut faire, à quelque prix que ce soit, en préférant le titre de héros mort à celui de lâche vivant."

"The circumstance in which I am would have seemed tricky and difficult for anyone having anything to reproach to himself: the one would have feared the triumph of factions, which brings death; yet it is to quit very little than a life in which one would have to be the accomplice or the silent witness of evil. [...] This is why the dearest wish a good citizen should have for his patrie, the kindest deed which could be brought by the hands of Providence on a free people, the most precious fruit that a generous nation could gather from its virtue, it's the ruin and the fall of factions. What! has friendship vanished from earth? will jealousy preside to the movements of the social body? and, through the wonders of calumny, will we lose our brothers, because they are wiser and more magnanimous than us? Fame is a vain noise. Let us listen to the passed centuries; we will hear nothing anymore: those who, in other times, will walk across our urns, will not hear anything more: the good, this is what must be done, whatever the price, and to prefer the place of a dead hero than the one of a living coward."