This is good stuff, isn't it? Not to everyone, admittedly, but when I first became interested in this subject, I'd have flipped out to have found the location of Marat's printing press. I hope an interested person stumbles upon it here. If you stumble on it and find factual errors, don't hesitate to tell me. I'm not sensitive. Ha. Everyone knows I'm extremely so, but, more so, want to be accurate. So, correct me if I'm wrong.
So, from #8, Marat spewed violence and lies. I've written about him before. If you're interested, put his name in the search box. He was a disgusting guy, so filthy, stinking, and covered with a hideous skin disease that even his admirers and associates kept a physical distance from him when possible. Speaking of Marat, I walked by the Palais Royale today, the den of inequity owned by the King's disloyal cousin, Duc d'Orleans, from which Charlotte Corday bought the knife she used to cut short Marat's writing career. She was quite a woman, that Charlotte Corday. Noble intent.