Camille Desmoulins was the remorseless offspring of the Revolution,--Marat was its fury; he had the clumsy tumblings of the brute in his thought, and its gnashing of teeth in his style.

His journal (_L'Ami du Peuple_), the People's Friend, smelt of blood in every line.
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Marat was born in Switzerland.

A writer without talent, a _savant_ without reputation, with a desire for fame without having received from society or nature the means of acquiring either, he revenged himself on all that was great not only in society but in nature.

Genius was as hateful to him as aristocracy.

Wherever he saw any thing elevated or striking he hunted it down as though it were a deadly enemy.