"Look, look," cried the count, seizing the young men's hands - "look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the scaffold to die - like a coward, it is true, but he was about to die without resistance. Do you know what gave him strength? - do you know what consoled him? It was, that ( Read more... )

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Man is wicked, man is deformed; the butterfly has succeeded, man has missed. God failed on this animal.

Les Misérables
Victor Hugo

No other author's words are as brilliant and beautiful as Hugo's in Les Misérables. Like a master painter, Hugo is a master story teller: the page is his canvas, the word is his brush. It is a perfect compliment ( Read more... )

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