Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the idea of duty, are things that, when in error, can turn hideous, but - even though hideous - remain great; their majesty, peculiar to the human conscience, persists in horror. They are virtues with a single vice - error. The pitiless, sincere joy of a fanatic in an act of atrocity preserves some mournful radiance that inspires veneration. Without suspecting it, Javert, in his dreadful happiness, was pitiful, like every ignorant man in triumph. Nothing could be more poignant and terrible than this face, which revealed what might be called all the evil of good. (pg. 291)