The various texts that are available on the French Revolution are very informative, but few are as close to a first-hand experience as Thomas Carlyle’s account of Edmund Burke’s Reflections. Within my readings of Thomas Carlyle’s “French Revolution” I have found a number of new philosophical questions that I had not before considered when reading it in parts previously. These philosophical questions include not only the main existential crises of life and death, memory and existence - but they also include the question of worth, requirement for living standards and the question of whether the new and changing world really needs feudalism. The royalist argument that spans quite a majority of the text seems to be focused on their requirement, their greed and the way in which their systems are in place to oppress the poor. There is a massive section purely on the aristocratic conspiracy to keep the poor fighting each other instead of fighting them and it is clear that through the storming of the Bastille that this is not working. The analysis of the newspapers during this time seem to change as well, through the death of Louis XV we get the aristocratic opinion and yet, after the storming of the Bastille the newspapers turn more towards those by Jean Paul Marat.
I relate to you the story of Jonathan and the Emperor. Indeed the Emperor exalted himself in the land and made his people into different groups. The Emperor killed all the newborn baby boys and let the girls live on every other year. Indeed he was from amongst the evil ones. Surely one day the Emperor will be overthrown and the same people he oppressed would inherit the land. The Emperor feared such an uprising and that is why he killed all the baby boys every other year in order to control the population of slaves he had.
Then one day a baby boy, named Jonathan, was born during the year the Emperor had ordered to kill all the newborn baby boys. The mother feared for her child, then immediately she began to feed her child. The soldiers did not hear the child crying and walk past her house. The mother then decided to put her baby in a basket and throw the basket into the sea hoping that her baby would live on and be brought back to her.
The basket ends up at the palace of the Emperor and the Emperor’s wife picks up the child. The Emperor’s wife brings the child to her husband and says he is the coolness of my eyes, can we keep him and adopt him as our own? The Emperor looks at the child and a love for the child fills his heart and his face changes. They decide to keep the baby. The baby then cries because he is hungry. They bring all the wet nurses but the child refuses to drink the milk.
The sister of the child was following her brother and suggests should I take you to some house that will take care of the child. They agreed and the girl takes her brother to her own home without anyone noticing. The mother is then reunited with her child. The heart of the mother of the child now becomes calm and relieved.
Years later when the child is mature he is given wisdom and strength. He uses his wisdom and strength to help his people who are enslaved by the emperor in a time when the guards are not looking at him. Then one day Jonathan sees two men fighting, one from his nation and another from his enemy. The one from his nation called out to him and said O Jonathan come and help me. Jonathan goes over punches the one from his enemy and he dies with that punch.
Jonathan realizes what he has done and feels remorseful of his evil deed. The next morning Jonathan enters the city in a state of fear and caution. Then he bumps into the same guy who asked for his help the previous day. Jonathan offers to help but this time he will be smart and he will hold back the guard trying to be beat him. The man who asked for his help thought Jonathan was coming over to kill him and saved himself by saying wait Jonathan stop are you coming to kill me like you killed someone yesterday…yesterday.
There is silence everywhere and Jonathan goes into hiding. The guards make a plan to kill Jonathan. Then a friend of Jonathan’s from amongst the guards advise Jonathan to run away because the guards are trying to kill him. Jonathan takes heed of his friend’s warning and runs away.
After some time Jonathan reaches a well of water and sees two girls tugging at their sheep. Jonathan goes up to the two girls and says what is your problem? The two girls respond we will not feed our sheep until the men leave the wells. Jonathan takes the sheep from the girls and offers to feed the sheep for them. Jonathan returns the sheep to the girls and goes back under the shade without expecting any thank you.
The girls go back to their father who realizes that they returned early. Their father asked why they are so early. The girls reply that a man helped them feed the sheep. The father asks one of the girls to go and get the man so he can thank him. As Jonathan is resting under a tree one of the girls comes to him walking with shyness saying my father invites you and wants to thank you for the good you have done. Jonathan meets with the girl’s father and tells him everything that happened to him. The girl calls the father and tells him to hire Jonathan. Then the father says to Jonathan I like to marry one of my two girls to you in condition that you serve me for eight to ten years. Jonathan agrees.
After eight or ten years Jonathan gathers a group of men and decides to go back to the Emperor to face him and free his own people who are enslaved. After some battles Jonathan and his men are victorious and they inherit the land from the Emperor. Jonathan and his people are finally free from the clutches of the Emperor.
You may have seen the movie, and its own way the movie attempts to cover the same principles as the book. It focuses largely on the politics, economic consequences, and measures that first allow an extremely contagious pathogen to first spread, then be eradicated. However, I highly recommend that if you want a very accurate, highly probable assessment of our global response to a pandemic, read the book by Max Brooks.
Large oak desks presented newsmen and women the opportunity to sit like the panel on high and the individual sitting by herself. Dozens of tablets and digital recording devices and cameras surrounded the woman like animals’ eyes peeping out from the brush of the jungle. She wore a forest green colored suit with gold trim and a matching pillbox hat. She poured a glass of water from the large pitcher. It was chilled but had no ice in it. She breathed calmly, almost seductively. Her voluptuous figure caught the attention of the photogs who would sell her photographs for millions. The curve of her mouth said judicious. Her nose perceptive. And her eyes burned like lanterns in darkness. She moved the microphone closer. Her ebony skin matched the digital apparatus. The hearing commenced.
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Dzerzhinsky Square, Moscow
"Take an extra blanket tonight dear," my mother said, tucking a bobbly crocheted shawl into my basket, alongside the flask of tea.
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