1789 · 7 · 14
The Bastille is fallen. The prisoners are free. I wear the red cap in the streets of London and am not ashamed.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
The Bastille is fallen. The prisoners are free. I wear the red cap in the streets of London and am not ashamed.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.