The French social critique has, at least in part, the great merit of demonstrating the contradictions and unnatural character of modern life not only through the conditions of certain social classes but of all circles and formations of today's social interaction, and indeed with presentations that possess such immediate flame of life, such vividness, cosmopolitan finesse, and witty originality and boldness that one would search in vain for them in other nations.

It is enough to compare Owen’s critical presentations with those of Fourier, to the extent that they refer to the lively interaction of people, to gain an image of this superiority of the French. For critical presentation, one does not need to look only among the truly 'socialist' writers of France; it exists in authors of every literary genre, particularly in the novel and memoirs.

With certain excerpts regarding 'suicide' from the 'memoires tires des archives de la police etc. Par Jacques Peuchet,' I will provide an example of this French critique, which may also illustrate whether the fantasies of philanthropic bourgeois that it is sufficient to give the proletariat a little bread and some education are justified, as if only the workers, and otherwise our existing world, is the best.