He has called me 'Mahomet!' Scelerat! blasphemer!" "Mahomet is coming to the Mountain," said Couthon, with his silvery accent, as he caressed his spaniel.
"But how is this?
I do not see the name of Tallien?
Tallien,--I hate that man; that is," said Robespierre, correcting himself with the hypocrisy or self-deceit which those who formed the council of this phrase-monger exhibited habitually, even among themselves,--"that is, Virtue and our Country hate him! There is no man in the whole Convention who inspires me with the same horror as Tallien.

Couthon, I see a thousand Dantons where Tallien sits!" "Tallien has the only head that belongs to this deformed body," said Payan, whose ferocity and crime, like those of St.Just, were not unaccompanied by talents of no common order.

"Were it not better to draw away the head, to win, to buy him, for the time, and dispose of him better when left alone?
He may hate YOU, but he loves MONEY!" "No," said Robespierre, writing down the name of Jean Lambert Tallien, with a slow hand that shaped each letter with stern distinctness; "that one head IS MY NECESSITY!" "I have a SMALL list here," said Couthon, sweetly,--"a VERY small list.

You are dealing with the Mountain; it is necessary to make a few examples in the Plain.

These moderates are as straws which follow the wind.