November 2nd, 1793 Diary Entry by Philippe Égalité A lot of things are running through my mind right now… I’m currently locked in a cell and I can’t communicate with anybody. I’ve managed to find some paper and a pencil in this condensed room, but there’s hardly any room to breathe in here, let alone write. Oh well. It’s sad and disappointing to think about how I got myself into such.. Read More