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Napoleon Bonaparte was crowned emperor today. The site of the ceremony was so crowded that it looked like a massive sea of people. I was there as well, and among the crowd I noticed a beggar that I somehow remembered from a long time ago. His face, like mine, seemed aged, and more lined. I tossed him a coin and moved on, unable to look at him further. During the coronation, Napoleon crowned himself - he grabbed the crown from the Pope’s hands and put it on his own head. The crowd was hushed for a split second, then started cheering again for their ruler who had brought peace at last. So many years has passed since the revolution. It was terrible times; many acquaintances of mine had lost their lives, although I heard that the debtor woman, Madame Bohomme, was now leading a successful life. Other than losing lives, the country had been ruled by madness and anarchy, going as far to fighting several wars at a time. I am glad that Napoleon has restored order with his reformations of the economy and government, especially condemning corrupt officials. As happy as I am with my new peaceful nation, I cannot help but questioning the real purpose of the revolution. Was it not initiated to feed the hungry and pay off the debt? During its course the revolution had turned into a squabble between political parties, trying to operate things in their own fashion, plunging the country into more fear and chaos in doing so. Furthermore, at the end of it, the monarch was simply replaced with another, although a much better one. I cannot help but feeling resentment towards the revolution, that it had not been as fruitful and noble as I hoped it to be. Still, small fragments like a peasant returning home with a loaf of bread and a smile, is enough to make me believe that the revolution was not all a wasted effort. //Coronation of Napoleon//**//.//**
 * Diary #3: December 2nd, 1804**

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Today was an exhausting day, for many reasons. The countess canceled the tutor session because she had an errand away from Paris, and my morning hour was free. I wandered out into the marketplace alone in a long time for some fresh air and energy, and an update of current issues. Markets are the best place to get information, because it is where everyone meets and are free to say whatever they want. It was buzzing with energy, but my intuition told me that this was a different atmosphere from usual. I slipped into a tavern on the side of the main road to find out more. It was filled, despite the rather early hour, which surprised me. The tavern keeper seemed very content to have so many customers. I sat down in a table and ordered a glass of light spirit, and listened in on the conversations around me. Most of the customers were working peasants, and they were talking in fast-paced, agitated, and angry tones. I caught words such as "Bastille", "destroy", "abusive guards", "gunpowder", and "damn the monarchy". Something was bound to happen soon. I retired to my home where I had lunch, and headed to the Bastille around 1:00. I remained clear of the prison itself, because from what I had heard from the tavern, there was bound to be violence, and there is absolutely no good being involved in a rioting crowd. A mob was already gathered in front of the prison, and I could feel the tension from far. It seemed as if they were armed, with a few guns and cannons, and regular weapons like pikes and knives. At 1:30, the mob exploded in a frenzy. They rushed through the courtyard and cut the bridge down, and surged inside in fury. Sounds of fighting reached even my ears. I returned home, as I was starting to fear my own safety, and the news of the outcome will spread very soon. The salon meeting was held a little later than usual, around dusk, due to the members' individual errands. I presumed they were watching the event at the Bastille. In fact, they were; one of my companions told me that it was very violent. The governor of the Bastille was abused and beaten by the angry mob, then was beheaded, and the head was paraded around the streets on a pike! We had heated discussions about the causes, the behavior of the crowd, what this meant and what was to be done. During a debate, Monsieur Colbert, an acquaintance of mine, visited me along with a woman named Auda Bohomme whom he introduced as his "friendly companion" and an escapee of the Bastille. From a short conversation with her, I noticed that she was intelligent and had solid ideas. I asked Monsieur Colbert's permission to contact her, because she could give an accurate and detailed first-hand account of the event for my future article. After that, the debate went uninterrupted for several hours. I returned home, as tired as ever. I always knew that this day would come, but now that it is here, I do not know what to do, despite all the talks we've had in our salon discussions. For now, I will not involve myself in anything radical or dangerous, and simply continue on with my job. I will not forget this day where a revolution started in my country. //Storming the Bastille//
 * Diary #2: July 14th, 1789**

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Tension is accumulating in Paris. I have had a sense since a long time ago, but these days it has become very apparent. While I was in the countess’ estate, I overheard some servants conversing about the high taxes and how they are barely able to support their families, and they were expressing quite radical thoughts about the First and Second Estates, particularly the royal family. I had a hard time suppressing an urge to barge in their conversation, because I wholeheartedly agreed with them about the corruption - not the radical thoughts, I must clarify. Also, during my promenade around the streets, I noticed the number of thieves and beggars had grown considerably since a few years ago. My personal financial situation has been growing worse as well. The public unrest is worrying me and other members of the salon; if any measure is not taken to improve this country’s economy, a great upheaval is going to be inevitable. Today’s meeting in the salon was quite different. We welcomed a few new members, and they had some...distinguished opinions to express. One of them, René, a fellow around my age, seemed to believe that the monarchy and aristocracy should be completely eradicated from this country for France to recover and flourish. I spent the bulk of the meeting countering his arguments that a constitutional monarchy may be a better idea. After the meeting, my belief of a possible big-scale revolt became more solid. I am truly concerned about how France is going to become.
 * Diary #1: October 16th, 1788**

Name: André Cadet
 * Character Profile**

Age: 23

Gender: male

Occupation: scholar and political writer; side jobs: tutor, newspaper editor

Social Class: Third Estate

Financial situation: slightly above the average; can afford a little luxury but not complete extravagance

Appearance: young complexion, pale skin, brownish-blonde hair

Location of home and/or business: Home: northeastern part of Paris

Habitual locations: private study at home, salons in the city

Daily routine: 7:00 - rise from bed 7:00 ~ 8:00 - bathe, wash, get dressed 8:00 ~ 8:30 - breakfast 8:30 ~ 8:50 - heads to countess’ home 8:50 ~ 9:50 - tutors countess’ sons 9:50 ~ 10:10 - return to home 10:10 ~ 1:00 - personal studies 1:00 ~ 1:40 - lunch 1:40 ~ 3:00 - free time (reading, promenading, etc.) 3:00 ~ 6:00 - meeting with others in salons for debates and discussions 6:00 ~ 7:00 - dinner 7:00 ~ 8:30 - write news articles 8:30 ~ 9: 30 - review today’s discussion, compile it into notes 9:30 ~ 10:0 - organize for the next day 10:00 - sleep

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: shy, quiet, and calm in person fiery and passionate on matters he thinks are important sharp and rational but is also friendly believes in the need for a social reform, but against radical or violent measures

Past / Family History: grandfather was a successful trader, and grandmother was the daughter of a wealthy family parents received quality education due to grandparents’ wealth father was a politician and author both parents passed away recently has lived on the streets for a few days when he was about 5, because he had lost his parents in the crowd of the market

Family: unmarried; lives with his sister who is three years younger aunt and uncle live near the Versillas

Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): accepted in the society of scholars, and respected for his political views believes the First and Second Estate is corrupt and should change, but no violent feelings towards any particular individuals understands the pain of the peasants and commoners partly due to his past experience

Religion: atheist

Education: well-educated in the humanities, some branches of mathematics and science, and politics currently studying medicine in his spare time

Style of speaking: sophisticated but not aristocratic in his speaking style is capable of light, casual talk as well

Main privileges and/or conflicts: has connections with philosophers, scholars, and politicians enemies with some nobles that dislike his views

Portrait:

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