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Modern Day Dialectical Journal

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I exhale a long, frustrated sigh as I look around the old, battered up, brown and decaying café. It was amidst the start of the French Revolution, and circumstances were heating up. Everyone were in a small groups chattering away at nothing in particular as I stand at the slightly raised platform, waiting for the last few representatives to come. I, Pascal Beaumont, was the organizer of the raid that will be held at the Bastille, in Paris, on July 14, 1789. Tomorrow was July 14, 1789, the big day. Such an evil thing to do, some might think, but not in my situation. I was thirsty for revenge, for the blood that belonged to the royalty, for death. That rascal, King Louis XVI would pay for the lives he took from the peasants. They would never …show more content…

It's very urgent!" I quickly pace over to the messenger and snatch the letter from his hand. I hastily read over it as my heart races a bit faster. It’s not good news. "There is a spy! There are in fact two filthy, double-dealing, misleading, two-faced, liars among us!" I announce. Everyone gasps in horror as they are processing this dreadful news. I immediately start to panic. If these two spies got away with this information, the king would be informed, and that would be it for all the peasants. If I get put into prison, who will support my family? Michel is only 8, Adelina has no common knowledge on how to deal with money, and my poor, poor baby, Julienne, God bless you. I pity myself as I remember the hard times when no one could afford any bread, not that there was any at all. They were hard times. Julienne was down with the dreadful flu, no food or medicine to help, the next day, she was simply gone. This thought always brings me to anger. The nobles were just partying away while we peasants were dying. I had to end the absolute monarchy. Back to the situation, I thoroughly observed each, and every representative, watching their expressions and how the

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