A Room That Has Already Chosen
In the wine shop Madame Defarge knits a register. A road-mender tells of an execution, and she takes it as progress, not as a person. The stitches are not names she has met. They are a class. Dickens shows the crowd being built one row at a time, long before anyone shouts.
Key Insight
The dangerous hour is not the roar. It is the moment a person becomes an instance of an enemy, and the knitting can hold them.
“To be registered, as doomed to destruction.”Full analysis






