"What, about us in particular? And how can he say we had nothing against Louis-Philippe? We revolted against him--well, not only him, not him personally, but the injustices of his government, and of the society that produced him." Louis-Philippe was not a cruel man, nor a wicked one. But tyranny was tyranny, and ignorance was ignorance.
The book is enormous. Combeferre is used to medical tomes, large and bulky, but for a work of fiction, this is far more verbose than the usual. "Hugo never did stint himself with words," he said, feeling the weight of the book in his hands.
It opens, easily, to the marked off portion entitled Les Amis de L'ABC. And then he reads the list of names, so familiar and so dear, and his heart can't help quicken.
Until he gets to Enjolras's description, and stops short. "My God," Combeferre says, in disgust. "I suppose it was very important to inform posterity of Hugo's opinion on Enjolras's face and form, was it?"
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Date: 2015-01-19 06:36 am (UTC)From:"What, about us in particular? And how can he say we had nothing against Louis-Philippe? We revolted against him--well, not only him, not him personally, but the injustices of his government, and of the society that produced him." Louis-Philippe was not a cruel man, nor a wicked one. But tyranny was tyranny, and ignorance was ignorance.
The book is enormous. Combeferre is used to medical tomes, large and bulky, but for a work of fiction, this is far more verbose than the usual. "Hugo never did stint himself with words," he said, feeling the weight of the book in his hands.
It opens, easily, to the marked off portion entitled Les Amis de L'ABC. And then he reads the list of names, so familiar and so dear, and his heart can't help quicken.
Until he gets to Enjolras's description, and stops short. "My God," Combeferre says, in disgust. "I suppose it was very important to inform posterity of Hugo's opinion on Enjolras's face and form, was it?"