Final Statement

My name Madame Roland and it’s been a year since November 8th.  The day I died.  They arrested me, along with the other Girondists, five months beforehand.  There was nothing for me to fret about, nor was there a need to escape back to a world once influenced by monarchy.  As my fate was already set, why would I spend my last months rotting in a cell, when I could be productive?  By staying composed, I used my time wisely by writing memoirs to tell about my experiences during the revolution, as well as share my views on politics and life — still being quite influenced by the works of Plutarch, Voltaire, and Rousseau.  I remember the day of the execution like it was yesterday.  On my way to death by the guillotine, I muttered my final words, “Oh Liberty, what crimes are committed in thy name!”

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