A Tale of Two Cities Continued

Aug 06, 2005 15:36

A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell ( Read more... )

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quigz2135 August 7 2005, 03:10:49 UTC
i didnt even read the title and i realized what this nonsense was. high school has permanently scarred a tale of two cities into my head. ugh mattieson.

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moylando August 8 2005, 22:30:17 UTC
The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled. It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes. The hands of the man who sawed the wood, left red marks on the billets; and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby, was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees-BLOOD.

That wine is symbollic of the blood that will be spilled at the start of the
French Revolution.

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