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80d1581
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I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.
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marius
knowledge-wisdom
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Anne Rice |
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cb37206
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Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius,je crois que j'etais un peu amoureuse de vous.
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pontmercy
thénardier
Éponine
marius
les-misérables
last-words
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Victor Hugo |
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"Now for my pains, promise me-" And she hesitated. "What?" asked Marius. "Promise me!" "I promise you." "Promise to kiss me on the forehead when I'm dead. I'll feel it." She let her head fall back on Marius's knees and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless, but just when Marius supposed her forever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing the somber depths of death, and said to him in an accent whose sweetness already seemed to come from another world, "And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you." She tried to smile again and died."
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death
Éponine
marius
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Victor Hugo |
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c172210
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Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic.
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marius
les-misérables
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Victor Hugo |
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69d3b54
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Marius set out at his accustomed hour for the Luxembourg. He met Courfeyrac on the way and pretended not to see him. Courfeyrac said later to his friends: 'I've just seen Marius's new hat and suit with Marius inside them. I suppose he was going to sit for an examination. He looked thoroughly silly.
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marius
les-amis-d-abc
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Victor Hugo |
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b34b1a3
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"In fact, had it been given to our eyes of the flesh to gaze into the consciences of others, we should be able to judge a man much more surely according to what he dreams, than according to what he thinks. There is will in thought, there is none in dreams. Revery, which is utterly spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our spirit. Nothing proceeds more directly and more sincerely from the very depth of our soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards the splendors of destiny. In these aspirations, much more than in deliberate, rational coordinated ideas, is the real character of a man to be found. Our chimeras are the things which
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marius
les-mis
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Victor Hugo |