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Otherwise, the Convention, following its humanist principles, might have abolished the death sentence for the condemned of the future, and left the guillotine for the condemned of the here and now.
Revolutionary practice followed the natural process covk simplifying judicial procedure by refraining from acquittal and placing all the accused — charged with anything from prostitution to conspiracy, from being of dubious origin to looking askance at the never-ending patriotic street festivities organized by the revolutionary sections of Paris — under the all-embracing notion of enemies du peopleenemies of the people.
Only then could Popier breathe a small sigh of relief.
That is to say snrt might have done had he not already become deeply involved in an act which, in the eyes of the Homerians of the Restoration, made him a saint, but to my colder eyes, made him the subject of this story. Little is known about the kind of man he really was. The stories about him have come down to us from admirers of his deedwho, in their inordinate exaggeration, managed to turn what might have been a more or less persuasive biography into an apocryph.
Čovek koji je jeo smrt
He was, it seems, neither so big nor so small, meo so tall nor so short as to attract attention; he was probably thin rather than fat, but at a time when starvation was rampant, no more so than anyone else; he was certainly pale, but that was a normal complexion during this period of terror, and probably quiet, but in those days who but the naive and powerful was chatty? It is pointless to look for any defining traits where Popier is concerned. Had he possessed any, he would have been sitting on the straw in the Conciergerie and not in the office of the Revolutionary Tribunal.
All sources agree, and as these facts joji the counter-revolutionary tone of the stories subsequently told about him they must be believed, that Jean-Louis Popier never laid eyes on the guillotine nor, for that matter, did Robespierre until the day of his executionor on the carts that transported the condemned nor, it seems, did Robespierre ; he never went down to the Conciergerie or entered the courtroom of the Tribunal where Robespierre appeared only to hear his sentence and Jean-Louis came only because I brought him there on my own authority, in keeping with the logic of the story.
So he never saw history actually at work.
He did, however, encounter in the office of the Tribunal some of the movers of history. Jean-Louis Popier merely listened to history. The wailing cries of the September Massacre and the hymns to Reason from celebrations of the Supreme Being were bound to have reached his ears.
And every so often, when some of these illustrious personages came and met in the Records Room, history would acquire a human voice, and he could hear it without raising his head from the Protocol, without looking it in the eye.
One such conversation sealed his fate, signaling the start of our story.
Borislav Pekić: The Man Who Ate Death (4th part)
smrr It was 31 Thermidor by the revolutionary and 18 July by the reactionary calendar, two days after the funeral of citizen Marat and one day after the execution of the devil woman from Calvados.
Mlle Corday had caught the Friend of the People sitting in his clog-shaped bath, writing on a plank of wood, smelling of vinegar and dreaming of the purifying properties of blood. She had plunged a large ivory-handled knife into his chest.
For the xmrt time in a long while, Popier had entered an actual crime in the guilt column. Did he believe that the sentence passed on the girl from Calvados marked a turning-point in the contents of his Record Book, and by extension smrf the spirit of revolutionary jurisprudence, one that would allow him to enjoy his work not only as a scribe and calligrapher but also as a man of justice?
We will not go so far as to say that he had a particularly developed sense of justice. He did, it is true, have a highly developed handwriting, and we can content ourselves with that rather than turn him into a hero or martyr before he decides, for whatever reason, to be one himself. Newer Post Older Post Home.