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For the young who lived through it, the French Revolution remained a vision of a lost paradise. Chateaubriand was twenty-one in 1789, an impoverished aristocrat forced into the hosiery trade by his debts (when he wrote his memoirs, he omitted this shameful descent into commerce); he never forgot the exhilaration of that dawn when it was 'bliss to be alive, / But to be young was very heaven.' More than thirty years later, he wrote about the beginning of the revolution in Paris:
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