Citoyenne la traductrice jacobine

There are now 1 1/2 books on Le Bas. (I guess I can't call the original "That Book About Le Bas" any more. "That Book Entirely About Le Bas," perhaps? I mean, there's a lot about Robespierre and Saint-Just and the Duplays in there too, so it's not entirely accurate, but close enough, right?)

...Remind me to buy that book as soon as I get to France. Not that I'll likely need it. I'll probably be in something of a book-buying frenzy. >.>;

I guess this means Augustin now also has 1 1/2 books about him (unless there are others I don't know about). Interesting. I'm glad someone's writing about them, poor neglected things.

Apologies, Le Bas, for not using my icon of you, but I never have an opportunity to use this one... Next time.

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.

I really did have very bizarre dreams last night--not at all in the same way as last time though. For one thing, they were in color and they didn't seem to have the actors from LTelV. It was still very creepy though, because it was as if I had tuned into Dantoniste World. Maxime and Éléonore were still there, as I've never had a dream about the Revolution without them, but the only other people in it were Dantonistes. And they were all doing very random things, like:

There was one part of it in which Desmoulins was doing a rather convincing rabbit imitation. (You know, the hopping and the nose twitching and all...) Presumably this was for the benefit of the several small children that had latched on to him (I'm assuming they were Horace and the probably Danton's kids, but you never know O.O).

There was another part where they were all outside on this big pavillion decked with tricolor ribbons and they were all taking turns dancing to this very lively fiddling. (As I remember, it was Danton and his wife--not sure which one--first, then the Desmoulins, then Maxime and Éléonore...) I'm not sure what they were all doing there together without the rest of the Montagne: it was very creepy. And then when Maxime and Éléonore were dancing, Fabre d'Églantine came and sat with the Desmoulins and started singing "Il pleut bergère," which didn't at all go with the music that was being played for the dancing. But they seemed *really* fascinated by his singing nonetheless--to the point that they were gaping at him in wonder. O.o;

And then there was another part that was much more cute, but didn't make any more sense. Maxime and Éléonore were riding somewhere in a coach (I really have no idea where or why) and they were obviously talking about something very important--I think it might have been something about the Dantonistes, in the time leading up to their arrest. But they weren't really taking it too seriously, oddly enough. What I imagine to be about every thirty seconds or so in dream time, they kept looking out the windows to see if anyone was watching them, and then kissing if they decided that no one was. It was also strange and random, just because I had no idea where they were going or what they were so happy about. >__>

There was a lot more to the dream, but I can't really remember it--just that it was all very strange and Maxime and Éléonore were the only Robespierristes in it. I must say I found it particularly odd that Le Bas wasn't in it, considering I just translated a lot of his correspondance last night. O.o; Not to mention the fact that, it would take crack to make a dream as random and weird as that and Le Bas is, as far as I know the only Revolutionary crack dealer.

...

And then today they've put the scaffold up at my school, which means they're running that horrible, ghastly reenactment again. If I believed that dreams could be omens I might wonder why on earth everyone was so happy in the dream I've just described. Perhaps I've just finally cracked. -__-;

....Anyway, does anyone have any ideas of what I might do to sabotage the reenactment, or at least it's message? Pamphlets, maybe?