[Dates were not what mattered in all of this, no. Scopes of events, rough periods in time and thought were more than enough to establish things on a formal scale. Other than that, what truly mattered in those cases were the simpler things. The songs being sung in the streets, forms of address among citizens, the leading topics in the air. Those made a time and place much more than a date written on a paper and established it forever as Enjolras was concerned.]
Maybe a bit ironic that we did not wait until much longer to allow ourselves to consider the outcome and whether too much enthusiasm and hope might lead to a disaster. But then again, it was also something else though. Very much like...
When I was a child, it transpired that my favorite aunt was to have a child and I was to have a cousin. The months of waiting seemed so long, even though they were busy ones with a great deal of preparation. But when she realized that it was time to send for the midwife and the hardest part of birth began, it was also the moment that our family was filled with the most hope and the most joy. Even though the moment could and was filled with a lot of pain, my aunt was at her most excited. At the promise of a child and all the hope one has for an infant who is being born.
[Is that improper? It would have been a bit at home, to even speak of such, but here it hardly seems as socially strict, not that Enjolras was one to worry too much about lines of propriety before.]
Our July Revolution started quite like that. The second French republic was being born, and we were all set to labor, and to, as my friend Feuilly pointed out, deliver and see it fulfilled. However, [And his tone is a little wry] the births did vary in terms of success.
My cousin was born healthy and brought us a great deal of joy. Our republic was killed before it left the womb we had prepared for it.
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Maybe a bit ironic that we did not wait until much longer to allow ourselves to consider the outcome and whether too much enthusiasm and hope might lead to a disaster. But then again, it was also something else though. Very much like...
When I was a child, it transpired that my favorite aunt was to have a child and I was to have a cousin. The months of waiting seemed so long, even though they were busy ones with a great deal of preparation. But when she realized that it was time to send for the midwife and the hardest part of birth began, it was also the moment that our family was filled with the most hope and the most joy. Even though the moment could and was filled with a lot of pain, my aunt was at her most excited. At the promise of a child and all the hope one has for an infant who is being born.
[Is that improper? It would have been a bit at home, to even speak of such, but here it hardly seems as socially strict, not that Enjolras was one to worry too much about lines of propriety before.]
Our July Revolution started quite like that. The second French republic was being born, and we were all set to labor, and to, as my friend Feuilly pointed out, deliver and see it fulfilled. However, [And his tone is a little wry] the births did vary in terms of success.
My cousin was born healthy and brought us a great deal of joy. Our republic was killed before it left the womb we had prepared for it.