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? 10TH ANNIVERSARY

Enough with obsessing over this just get it posted already.

Wishing you all a happy contemplative completely non-trivial gah whatever i can’t think of any suitable adjectives Barricade Day.

[It’s already 5th June where I am. ;-)]

[I have no acceptable excuse for Jehan’s bare feet, and I apologise. It’s just that I tend to draw my figures in the nude first and then lay the clothing sketch *over* that - and while filling it all in I decided it would be a shame to cover up the feet. Ah well… it’s probably something that someone who’s given to Romantic excesses might do anyway. Even if it’s risking tetanus, but that’s Joly’s problem, not mine.]

“This barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here the day embraces the night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again in me.“ 

Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the

mothers of other men, and forgot his own. He was about to get himself

killed. He was “an egoist.”