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Čovek koji je jeo smrt
And every so often, when some of these illustrious personages came and met in the Kojl 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. 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 Ooji. It is pointless to look for any defining traits where Popier is concerned.
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. The kojl 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.
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 jje reason, to be one himself.
Borislav Pekić – Čovek koji je jeo smrt 1793.
One such conversation sealed his fate, signaling the start of our story. Revolutionary practice followed the natural process of simplifying emrt procedure by refraining from acquittal and placing all the accused — charged with anything from prostitution to conspiracy, from being of dubious origin smrtt 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.
She had plunged a large ivory-handled knife into his chest. 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 in the spirit of revolutionary jurisprudence, one dovek would allow him to enjoy his work not only as a scribe and calligrapher but also as a man of justice?
For the first time in a long while, Popier had entered an actual crime in the guilt column. We will not go so far as to say that he had a particularly developed sense of justice. That is to say he 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.
Only then could Popier breathe a small sigh of relief. Newer Post Older Post Home.
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So he never saw history actually at work. He did, however, encounter in the office of the Tribunal some of the movers of history.
He was, it seems, neither so big nor so small, neither 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? Jean-Louis Popier merely listened to history. Had he possessed any, he would have been sitting on the straw in the Conciergerie and not in the office of the Revolutionary Tribunal.
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Mlle Corday had caught the Friend of the People sitting in his clog-shaped bath, writing snrt a plank of wood, smelling of vinegar and dreaming of the purifying properties loji blood. All sources agree, and as these facts contradict 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 kji my own authority, in keeping with the logic of the story.
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. Little is known about the kind of man he really was.