JERRY CRUNCHER: Sydney Carton died a noble death with the knowledge that he had finally imbued his life with meaning. He gave the ultimate sacrifice. Now that’s a great lovely love story isn't it!

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     And the Revolution? . . . Well here's what me good friend Charles Dickens said?! "And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind." And what do I ave to say about all of it, THE END.