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UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE SHOULD YOU APPROACH.

They may resemble respectable ladies, but they are a genus of carnivorous plants who’s bonnet-like pitchers emit pheromones designed to attract land-rich country gentlemen and entrap them in a treacle-like digestive fluid from which there is no escape.

reactionary pearl-clutching political cartoons about TODAYS FASHIONS are my favorite genre of reactionary pearl-clutching political cartoons

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Kung Erik, av Carl Snoilsky

Sakta glida vimpelprydda båtar,
     Mälarn speglar röda aftonskyn,
     Åror plaska under valthornslåtar,
     Löfskog doftar invid vattnets bryn.
Fäll nu åran, slupen lägg på svaj —
Vagga utan mål en natt i vackra Maj!
          Valthorn, tystna nu,
          Eko, lyssna du:
Kung Erik leker på luta.

     Konung Erik på sin luta leker,
     Lutan lagd på silkesstickadt knä,
     Och den hvita handen välljud smeker
     Fram ur silfversträng och cederträ.
Liten Karin lyssnar tyst därpå,
Tills i hennes ögon stora tårar stå.
          Är herdinnan min
          Icke glad i sinn’?
Kung Erik leker på luta.

     Fruktar du försåt ifrån min broder,
     Hertig Rödskägg — Säg, min tankes sol?
     Än jag håller fast i rikets roder,
     Än jag sitter på kung Göstas stol.
Till dess dagen purprar bergets hatt,
Låt’ oss älska blott i vårens ljusa natt!
          Det är långt igen
          Än till morgonen —
Kung Erik leker på luta.

     Liten Karin, unge kungen ber dig:
     Blif du min och Stockholms borg du får.
     Säg ett ord — och jag guldkronan ger dig
     Att förblekna kring ditt gyllne hår.
Jag är Erik, vackra drömmars kung:
Smidd af månestrålar känns ej kronan tung.
          Gråt ej barnet mitt,
          Så blir riket ditt!
Kung Erik leker på luta.

Drottningholm, 1870.

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saintjustitude:

valdsbejakande:

Il gratifiait du nom d‘“officieux” les garçons qui lui servaient à boire, et quand ils tardaient, il leur reprochait leur “incivisme”. Dans ses lettres, il faisait précéder sa signature de la formule traditionnelle, mais en la modifiant, et écrivait toujours: “Salut et égalité”. Il faisait peu de cas du chant de la Marseillaise, qu’il trouvait trop patriotique et bourgeois. Il préférait le Ça Ira, et il l’entonnait, dit-on, de la voix la plus fausse qui se puisse entendre. 
Il lui arriva plus d’une fois, en quittant le bal Bullier, de danser la carmagnole devant la statue du maréchal Ney.

Il ne manquait jamais, en tout cas, d’user du vocabulaire spécial qu’il avait emprunté à la Révolution et alla un jour, dans le feu de la discussion ou le propos délibéré, jusqu’à appeler l’avocat imperial: “citoyen accusateur public”. Il avait osé déjà porter au secrétariat du parquet une lettre qu’il adressait à M. le procureur général d’alors, et dont la suscription était telle: “Au nommé Grandperret, procureur”. 

I’m going to marry Raoul Rigault, and there is nothing you can do to stop me 

Oh wow I read that in Duval’s Souvenirs thermidoriens! He mentioned that you could be seen as suspect if you referred to your domestiques as such and had to use the term “officieux”. I had always wondered whether he was making that up. 

P.S. Who’s Raoul Rigault?

Ha! I wonder if he got it from there? 

He was a member of the Paris Commune, and slightly wacky in both a politically nerdy and an extremely violent sort of way. 

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Il gratifiait du nom d‘“officieux” les garçons qui lui servaient à boire, et quand ils tardaient, il leur reprochait leur “incivisme”. Dans ses lettres, il faisait précéder sa signature de la formule traditionnelle, mais en la modifiant, et écrivait toujours: “Salut et égalité”. Il faisait peu de cas du chant de la Marseillaise, qu’il trouvait trop patriotique et bourgeois. Il préférait le Ça Ira, et il l’entonnait, dit-on, de la voix la plus fausse qui se puisse entendre. 
Il lui arriva plus d’une fois, en quittant le bal Bullier, de danser la carmagnole devant la statue du maréchal Ney.

Il ne manquait jamais, en tout cas, d’user du vocabulaire spécial qu’il avait emprunté à la Révolution et alla un jour, dans le feu de la discussion ou le propos délibéré, jusqu’à appeler l’avocat imperial: “citoyen accusateur public”. Il avait osé déjà porter au secrétariat du parquet une lettre qu’il adressait à M. le procureur général d’alors, et dont la suscription était telle: “Au nommé Grandperret, procureur”. 

I’m going to marry Raoul Rigault, and there is nothing you can do to stop me 

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My audience chamber in the Hotel de Salavatte…was the scene of a piece such as the comic authors could have laid claim to. A respectable Parisian from the Marais, the son of an alderman of the corporation of Paris, came to seek my advice as to whether he should leave the capital and go place himself under surveillance at Passy. I told him that his nobility was not that feudal kind which had lost everything to the Revolution, and therefore fell under the suspicion of the legislator. But the bourgeois from the Marais insisted that he was covered by the law. I insisted in turn that he remain in Paris with his family, repeating that his nobility being absolutely modern, was not in the least threatened.

Then the son of the Paris alderman began to lose his temper in front of quite a few people. He raised his voice and said he was as noble as any nobleman in France; that the office of alderman gave recognized, hereditary nobility. I tried to calm him by pretending to recognize the legitimacy of his rather unseasonable aristocratic pride and I offered to requisition him as a noble man of letters authorized to remain in Paris. “No sir,” he returned, “I am not a man of letters! I am the son of an alderman of the corporation of Paris; I am obliged by laws to leave and leave I shall.”

He withdrew in high dudgeon.

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 B.  Barère de Vieuzac, Memoirs, ed. H. Carnot and D. d’Angers, vol II. 

The bourgeois who was offended he wasn’t exiled from Paris as a noble. I read things like this and I genuinely find myself wondering if the French Revolution was even real or if it was just an elaborate hoax played on posterity. 

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Un tambour de la garde nationale, 1789-1792

A drum of the national guard, 1789-1792

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tumblrs message system is a bit like messenger pigeons only they’re chickens and you just kind of throw them in the direction of the recipient and hope they find their way

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"To make women into a passive and isolated entity negates the existence of militant women who participated effectively in the Revolution and contributes to a refusal to recognize the role of women of the people within the popular movement. This perception results in a conception of a “history of women” that has been constructed, negatively, by men. These men say that it is only because they were women that these women were forbidden to gather. We say they were forbidden to assembly because they were women who were part of a revolutionary process riddled with struggles. We do not wish to deny the reality of the lower status of women [in 18th century culture]. But it is more meaningful, both for the history of the Revolution and the “History of women” to research the causes of this brusque about-face in the total revolutionary context and within the female revolutionary movement itself."

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"Quel est l’homme qui n’a pas eu son Dillon?"

Camille Desmoulins 

let him whose fave isn’t problematic cast the first stone

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Anarchist militia woman with anarchosyndicalist flag. Spanish civil war

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Anarchist militia woman with anarchosyndicalist flag. Spanish civil war

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