The majority of the members of the Committee were still in favor of a certain slackening of action which should tend to prolong the struggle; and it was difficult to say that they were in the wrong.  It was certain that if they could protract the situation in which the coup d’etat had thrown Paris until the next week, Louis Bonaparte was lost.  Paris does not allow herself to be trampled upon by an army for a whole week.  Nevertheless, I was for my own part impressed with the following:—­The workmen’s societies offered us three or four thousand combatants, a powerful assistance;—­the workman does not understand strategy, he lives on enthusiasm, abatements of ardor discourage him; his zeal is not extinguished, but it cools:—­three thousand to-day would be five hundred to-morrow.  And then some serious incident had just taken place on the Boulevards.  We were still ignorant of what it actually was:  we could not foresee what consequences it might bring about; but seemed to me impossible that the still unknown, but yet violent event, which had just taken place would not modify the situation, and consequently change our plan of battle.  I began to speak to this effect.  I stated that we ought to accept the offer of the associations, and to throw them at once into the struggle; I added that revolutionary warfare often necessitates sudden changes of tactics, that a general in the open country and before the enemy operates as he wishes; it is all clear around him; he knows the effective strength of his soldiers, the number of his regiments; so many men, so many horses, so many cannons, he knows his strength, and the strength of his enemy, he chooses his hour and his ground, he has a map under his eyes, he sees what he is doing.  He is sure of his reserves, he possesses them, he keeps them back, he utilizes them when he wishes, he always has them by him.  “But for ourselves,” cried I, “we are in an undefined and inconceivable position.  We are stepping at a venture upon unknown risks.  Who is against us?  We hardly know.  Who is with us?  We are ignorant.  How many soldiers?  How many guns?  How many cartridges?  Nothing! but the darkness.  Perhaps the entire people, perhaps no one.  Keep a reserve!  But who would answer for this reserve?  It is an army to-day, it will be a handful of dust to-morrow.  We only can plainly distinguish our duty, as regards all the rest it is black darkness.  We are guessing at everything.  We are ignorant of everything.  We are fighting a blind battle!  Let us strike all the blows that can be struck, let us advance straight before us at random, let us rush upon the danger!  And let us have faith, for as we are Justice and the Law, God must be with us in this obscurity.  Let us accept this glorious and gloomy enterprise of Right disarmed yet still fighting.”