Well, I’m definitely back in my obsession with French Revolution after almost ten years of “relax”, so I guess one true love never ends and I will be forever obsessed with this matter and with these people.
During this last month I’ve been reading and re-reading all the books I had about and a lot of the new ones I bought like a maniac so my perspective is far more wide than I had back in my post adolescence. Now I’m officially back here, following every new blog and new fan of frev I see and checking with delight how some of the old peeps are still here ❤️
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Desmoulins gets called ugly by contemporaries compilation
Then he (Camille) takes on a threatening tone; “Usurpers of sovereignty, look me in the face (which they certainly won’t do, because Camille is as ugly as his doctrine) read your sentence written on the walls of the National Assembly.”
Journal de M. Suleau (1791) page 11
You are not a pretty boy. - Far from it.
Camille regarding himself in his Lettre au general Dillon, en prison aux Madelonettes (1793)
Although from then on he wrote his scholastic compositions well, he spoke very heavily and stammered in speech. He had an ugly and repulsive exterior, a black complexion, and something sinister about his eyes.
La Vie et les Crimes de Robespierre, surnommé le tyran… by Abbé Proyart (1795) page 93
Desmoulins had an unpleasant exterior, a difficult pronunciation, a hard voice, no oratorical talent…
Historie de la conjuration de Maximilien Robespierre by Galart de Montjoie (1796) page 130
For Camille Desmoulins, whom I saw for the first time, it was something else, he had a bilious complexion like Robespierre, savage and sinister eyes, and a physiognomy that was more similar to that of an ospray than to that of an eagle. I met him again many times after, and to me he never seemed to become more beautiful. There are those who have wanted to, should I say, paint him as an attractive fellow, but these are either flatterers or they never saw him in real life.
Souvernirs de la Terreur de 1788 à 1793 (1841) by Georges Duval, page 51
Anti-Dantonist as I was, I am still forced to admit that he (Desmoulins) showed himself to be amiable and good company the only two times he came to see Madame de Sainte-Amaranthe. He was ugly, but with that witty and animated ugliness that pleases. He replied with gracious gallantry to Amélie, who complimented him on the beauty of his wife.
La famille Sainte-Amaranthe (1864) page 85
