Since Saturday evening I have been eating tarts non-stop. Fate has decreed that my bed should be placed within the chamber that forms the patisserie and so I was very tempted to eat all night long. Luckily I reflected that I should master these passions and finally managed to fall asleep amidst all these seductive items.

Maximilien Robespierre. (via ilovemattress)

I feel that this needs to be remembered.

(via midshipmankennedy)

DON’T FORGET HIS ODE TO TARTS

I give thee thanks who first with skillful hand
Did fashion paste and pastry to command,
And gave to mortals this delicious dish
So nothing more was left for them to wish.
Have they raised altars to thy glorious name,
All consecrated to thy talents’ fame?
Hundreds of lands are prodigal of vows
The universe, its groves and temples, shows;
But of thy genius they have little ken,
Who brought Ambrosia on the earth to men
Pies reign in honour at their festal board
But thou’rt forgot as if by one accord.

(via bunniesandbeheadings)

Robespierre insisted that women drove progress and that their presence was necessary for the Enlightenment to spread: “the lumiere of letters has begun to reappear [after the Middle Ages], and it is women who will accelerate the happy revolution that will be the result.” Far from insisting that women had a separate nature that necessitated their exclusion from such [academic] gatherings, Robespierre felt that the “travails of the human mind” would be perfected by bringing together men’s and women’s different qualities, and that the “way to do this is by adding women to literary societies.”

Here, Robespierre was taking the opposite position from that of Rousseau. …Prejudices against women, he proclaimed, were the “scandal of an enlightened century”; he urged other academies to follow Arras’s example [and allow women entry into Academic Societies]. Though Robespierre’s language did not proceed from the same premises as modern feminism, resting instead on the ideas of complementarity, his convictions were clear. It was nothing but prejudice that excluded women; they deserved the same rights as men to cultivate their intelligence; society would benefit from their inclusion.

“Robespierre, Old Regime Feminist? Gender, the Late Eighteenth Century, and the French Revolution Revisited.“ Alyssa Goldstein Sepinwall. (via bunniesandbeheadings)

radestpierre:

Sorry not sorry

Which French Revolutionary should YOU fight

revolution-avec-revolution:

Robespierre
Who wins: ???
The guy was, like, 5’2" and tiny. His glasses fall off as he’s attempting to deliver a roundhouse kick and he can’t see shit anymore, so you just leave him alone. Why are you trying to fight Robespierre, anyway? What are you getting out of this? You are reported to the Revolutionary Tribunal two days later.

Saint-Just
Who wins: Saint-Just
He isn’t called the Angel of Death for nothing. As well as having supreme stealth and agility, Saint-Just is known for his blindingly good looks, and you stop and stare at his gorgeous face just as he’s punching yours. You topple over and lie on the street for half an hour, his dazzling eyes ingrained in your memory.

Danton
Who wins: Danton
This guy is burly as fuck, and he will destroy you. But you should fight him anyway. Come on, do it. It needs to happen.

Marat
Who wins: No one
Marat’s just soaking in his bathtub, when suddenly, you burst through the door. Like what the fuck, why would you do that? He flicks disease-ridden bathwater at you. Just before you counterattack, Charlotte Corday stabs you from behind, runs over to Marat, and kills him too. She beat you to it, buddy. Better luck next time.

Camille Desmoulins
Who wins: You
Camille insists on talking about his day as you’re on your way to the Convention. He trips over his own foot and crashes into a lamp post. It’s no use, you think. There’s no point.

Hébert
Who wins: Hébert
He curses like no other, he has no boundaries. Everyone wants to punch him at this point. You try to, but it’s too late. He jumps onto a table and starts throwing things at you, screaming obscenities as you run away in terror. He jumps onto your back pins you to the ground in an instant. Don’t fuck with Hébert.

Couthon
Who wins: No one
Look, okay, if your life has gotten to the point where you want to fight Couthon, you need to prioritize more. He’s paralyzed and is holding a small dog. How dare you, you filthy monster