Citoyenne la traductrice jacobine

For 9-10 Thermidor I figured it would be better not only to grieve - though I did plenty of that, and wore black - but to do something productive. So I worked on proofreading my translation of Gallo's Open Letter, and finished translating the chapters on Thermidor from That Book About Le Bas (which you'll get in order; I still need to post earlier chapters first). 

I will, however, post the chant funèbre from that same Book About Le Bas, just because it's suitably depressing.

Also, this isn't really related to anything, but I got contact lenses today. They are very annoying and tedious to put in and take out, so I really hope having them will be worth it in the long run...