Of all the things in the world that bring me annoyance, the greatest by far are frivolous women like that Lucie Manette. It's as though she expects that the events of the world turn around her own little emotions. Tears cloud her eyes so often, it's a wonder she can see at all.
Just today, she came into our wine shop to plead for the safety of her precious family. I looked up into those blue eyes and glared at her coldly, as I weaved their names into the tapestry.
Has noone told her that Madame Defarge shows no mercy on the weak and foolish?
In fact, it's something of a game of mine to target the ludicrous. Only the strong are worthy of my army of Revolutionists. Let us weed out the rest.
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