I am not even allowed to perform my duty as a representative of the people....

To the enemies of my country, to whom my existence seems an obstacle to their heinous plots, I am ready to sacrifice it, if their odious empire is to endure.....

Let their road to the scaffold be the pathway of crime, ours shall be that of virtue; let the hemlock be got ready for me, I await it on this hallowed spot.
I shall at least bequeath to my country an example of constant affection for it, and to the enemies of humanity the disgrace of my death." Naturally, and always just like Marat, he sees around himself only "the perverted, the plotters, the traitors."[31129]--Naturally, as with Marat, common sense with him is perverted, and, like Marat again, he thinks at random.
"I am not obliged to reflect," said he to Garat, "I always rely on first impressions." "For him," says the same authority, "the best reasons are suspicions,"[31130] and naught makes headway against suspicions, not even the most positive evidence.

On September 4, 1792, talking confidentially with Petion, and hard pressed with the questions that he put to him, he ends by saying, "Very well, I think that Brissot is on Brunswick's side."[31131]--Naturally, finally, he, like Marat, imagines the darkest fictions, but they are less improvised, less grossly absurd, more slowly worked out and more industriously interwoven in his calculating inquisitorial brain.
"Evidently," he says to Garat, "the Girondists are conspiring."[31132] "And where ?" demands Garat.
"Everywhere," Robespierre replies, "in Paris, throughout France, over all Europe.

Gensonne, at Paris, is plotting in the Faubourg St.Antoine, going about among the shopkeepers and persuading them that we patriots mean to pillage their shops.