"Marat: That is the great fearsome spector of the ages. If you want to know it’s true name, cry down into the abyss thr word Marat! The echo from the depths of infinity will answer you: poverty!..

They guillotined Charlotte Corday and they said Marat is dead. No. Marat is not dead. Put him in the Pantheon or throw him in the sewer; it doesn’t matter-hes back the next day. He’s reborn in the man who has no job, the woman who has no bread, in the girl who has to sell her body, in the child who hasn’t learned to read; hrs reborn in the unhealed tenement, in the wretched mattress without blankets, in the unemployed, in the proletariat, in the brothel, in the jailhouse, in your laws that show no pity, in your schools that give no future, and he reappears in all that is ignorance and he recreates himself from all that is darkness. Oh beware, human society, you cannot kill Marat until you have killed the misery of poverty." -Victor Hugo [sourced from Clifford D. Conner’s biography of Marat]