Reseña del libro "History of the Paris Commune of 1871 (en Inglés)"
How the Prussians got Paris and the Rurals France Daring - this word sums up all the politics of the day. (St. Just's Report to the Convention) August 9, 1870 - In six days the Empire has lost three battles. Douai, Frossart, MacMahon have allowed themselves to be isolated, surprised, crushed. Alsace is lost, the Moselle laid bare. The dumb-founded Ministry has convoked the Chamber. Ollivier, in dread of a demonstration, denounces it beforehand as 'Prussian'. But since eleven in the morning an immense agitated crowd occupies the Place de la Concorde, the quays, and surrounds the Corps Législatif. Paris is waiting for the word from the deputies of the Left. Since the announcement of the defeat they have become the only moral authority. Bourgeoisie, workingmen, all rally round them. The workshops have turned their army into the streets, and at the head of the different groups one sees men of tried energy. The Empire totters - it has now only to fall. The troops drawn up before the Corps Législatif are greatly excited, ready to turn tail in spite of the decorated and grumbling Marshal y d'Hilliers. The people cry, 'To the frontier'. Officers answer aloud, 'Our is not here'. In the Salle des Pas Perdus well-known Republicans, the men of the clubs, who have forced their way in, roughly challenge the Imperial deputies, speak loudly of proclaiming the Republic. The pale-faced Mamelukes [originally a militia of Egyptian slave-soldiers, here used to mean the Right.] steal behind the groups. M. Thiers arrives and exclaims: 'Well, then, make your republic!' When the President, Schneider, passes to the chair, he is received with cries of 'Resign!' The deputies of the Left are surrounded by delegates from without. 'What are you waiting for? We are ready. Only show yourselves under the colonnades at the gates.' The honourable gentlemen seem confounded, stupefied. 'Are there enough of you? Is it not better to put it off till tomorrow?' There are indeed only 1 00,000 men ready. Someone arrives and tells Gambetta, 'There are several thousand of us at the Place Bourbon.' Another, the writer of this history, says, 'Make sure of the situation today, when it may 'Still. be saved. Tomorrow, having become desperate it will be forced upon you.' But these brains seem paralysed; no word escapes these gaping mouths.
