François Victor Alphonse Aulard (19 July 1849 – 23 October 1928) was the first professional French historian of the French Revolution and of Napoleon. He argued:
Aulard's historiography was based on positivism. The assumption was that methodology was all-important and the historian's duty was to present in chronological order the duly verified facts, to analyze relations between facts, and provide the most likely interpretation. Full documentation based on research in the primary sources was essential. He took the lead and publication very important documents, and in training advanced students in the proper use and analysis of primary sources. Aulard's famous four volume history of the Revolution focused on parliamentary debates, not action in the street; in institutions, not insurrections. He emphasized public opinion, elections, parties, parliamentary majorities, and legislation. He recognized the complications that prevented the Revolution from fulfilling all its ideal promises – as when the legislators of 1793 made a suffrage universal for all men, but also established the dictatorship of the Terror.
I wish I was in your soul where you could feel me
And you know I'd always be apart of you
And everything I'd feel and everything I'd be would always start with you
If there were prices to pay
Would you give it away?
This world is so ugly and I've seen enough
Sometimes I'd rather be blind or deaf
But I would keep the sweet sounds of your unmistakable voice
That keeps doing rounds in my head
If there were prices to pay
Would you give it away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down
Without breaking down
Surviving on my second chances
I'm still scraping by on my memories
And I will leave with you embellished words
And fragmented dreams of these things
When there were prices to pay
Would you give it away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down
Without breaking down
Cause I'm lost in photographs with you
Would you give yourself away
We were posing for pictures that were never taken
And I couldn't crack one more smile without breaking down