"I take up pen to tell of the terrible year,Like Hugo, I feel the need to document the Terrible Year: N'importe. Poursuivons. L'histoire en a besoin.
And suddenly I stop, elbows on my desk.
Must I proceed? must I go on?
France! what horror! to see a star fade in the heavens!
I feel the lugubrious ascent of disgrace."
Soon, though. I promise.