QOTD

Bonus Carlyle!

What then is this Thing, called La Révolution, which, like an Angel of Death, hangs over France, noyading, fusillading, fighting, gun-boring, tanning human skins?  La Révolution is but so many Alphabetic Letters; a thing no where to be laid hands on, to be clapped under lock and key: where is it?  what is it?  It is the Madness that dwells in the hearts of men.  In this man it is, and in that man; as a rage or as a terror, it is in all men.  Invisible, impalpable; and yet no black Azrael, with wings spread over half a continent, with sword sweeping from sea to sea, could be a truer Reality.

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