Citoyenne la traductrice jacobine

So, I'm taking a break from Éléonore for a bit, to basically do the same thing (though with a lot less material) for Saint-Just; I'll return to Éléonore though, because I'm far from done with those excerpts.

(The title of this entry, by the way, comes from Gluck's "Iphigénie en Tauride"--Pylade says it to Oreste, and I thought it was rather appropriate for the switch in focus. What? I'm morbid and my mind always seems to go to Thermidor. ;O;)

So to begin: