On this eve of my death, when all else has been taken from me, I only have my memories left which only serve to confuse and anger me, and even bringing me to sorrow. People have been listening to the conspirational lies that Marat splatters into his L'Ami du peuple. It is said that I am a counterrevolutionary who does not serve the revolution, and who brings suffering to the people. Yet, how can they so blindly stare me in the eye and accuse me of the wrongs of a traitor and ignorant pig, when I strived so hard, even in the beginnings of the revolution, to help the people's voice be heard? Is it because I am of noble blood? Is it because of my connection to the Ferme? In my last moments, I shall not be emotional, and shall try to process everything scientifically and logically. I have determined that theses people are bloodthirsty and can only achieve happiness through slaughter; I am a conspicious victim because of my noble status, though I do not wield it with arrogance, and my position as administrator of the Ferme, even if I spent the whole of my career attempting to better the people's lives. I am hated from both sides: on my own side of nobles, I am regarded as sympathetic and idiotically ideal, and people oppose my ideas because of the possibility that it undermines the power they wield over the Third Estate. Yet, despite the fact that I have castrated myself from my own peers of status to fight in representation of the common people, I am still hated for a birth I could not control and a responsibility I only took in the hope of contribution to these very people!
I do not want to seem as if I am desperately accusing in my last moments, but as I have nothing else to fear, I shall divulge the very reason why I am being most horribly singled out by Jean-Paul Marat, the uncontrollably angry raving lunatic. Years earlier, Marat was only one insignificant man among millions, and had persevered to become a man of science. He had shown me a "scientific invention" which he explained to me was unseen and did not measure anything. I dismissed it as preposterous, ridiculous, and uselss as anyone would, since his so-called "invention" is invisible and of no function. Although I could have been more gentle in my review of this invention, it still does not give Marat the right to shout out all these lies and convictions about me. This immature action only proves that he is a cowardly, grudge-holding, revenge-seeking "little person" who happened to rise in influence as the most lunatic among raving madness, and is now inappropriately wielding his misplaced power by trying to mend his broken ego through unjust means.
But I know that no matter what I say, I cannot convince people of my innocence. I am dubbed as a traitor to my dear country France, which I so dearly love, after an enraging unfair trial held by revolutionists hungry to see more blood spilled. I, who have shouted for equality and reform above all, am now dubbed as a counterrevolutionists. After finally accepting my shameful and wrongful title, I dejectedly requested for the chance to only finish my current experiments, so that I could rest in peace. The judge cut me off curtly, telling me that the work of my life had been useless and that the revolution has no need for science. Even the most simple and humane of rights, that I was to die in peace, was refused to me. Now, I am a hated traitor who must be bloodily tortured and silence to appease twisted people I tried so hard to assist in their conditions. Alas, I only regret the sorrows I know my wife will suffer from my death, and the loss of the scientific community once I am gone and there is no one else to make insightful contributions. I shall die a truly stoic and valiant death that is befitting of the wronged genius revolutionary that I am. This is my final farewell, in which I will only say: ""Cela leur a pris seulement un instant pour lui couper la tête, mais la France pourrait ne pas en produire une autre pareille en un siècle." ("It took them only an instant to cut off his head, but France may not produce another such head in a century.")".
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