One day when i was able to get up, i decided to look at myself in the mirror…from the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. what does this image from the excerpt mean?

The author recognizes that he is spiritually and emotionally dead.

chapter i -- paris: september, 1792

a surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.

during the greater part of the day the guillotine had been kept busy at its ghastly work: all that france had boasted of in the past centuries, of ancient names, and blue blood, had paid toll to her desire for liberty and for fraternity.

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