Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Talking Book | English | 3/8

Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Audiobook | English | 2/8



chapters 12 and 13 of book 1 of Lamy Zurab vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Ella Jane Quentin lay me zurab vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapter 12 disorder a partisan of order bhasu a muttered in combi fares ear he did not answer my question he is a man who does good by gunshots said Kampf affair those who have preserved some memory of this already distant epoch know that the National Guard from the suburbs was valiant against insurrection it was particularly zealous and intrepid in the days of June 1832 a certain good dram shop keeper of Penton de Ville – or Lackey net whose establishment had been closed by the riots became leonine at the sight of his deserted dancehall and got himself killed to preserve the order represented by a tea garden in that bourgeois and heroic time in the presence of ideas which had their night interests had their paladin's the prose enos of the originators detracted nothing from the bravery of the movement the diminution of a pile of crowns made bankers sing the Marseillaise they shed their blood lyrically for the counting-house and they defended the shop that immense diminutive of the fatherland with lhasa demonium enthusiasm at bottom we will observe there was nothing in all this that was not extremely serious it was social elements entering into strife while waiting the day when they should enter into equilibrium another sign of the times was the anarchy mingled with governmental ISM the barbarous name of the correct party people were for order in combination with a lack of discipline the drum suddenly beat capricious calls at the command of cetera such a colonel of the National Guard such and such a captain went into action through inspiration such-and-such National Guardsmen fought for an idea and on their own account at critical moments on days they took counsel less of their leaders than of their instincts there existed in the army of order veritable guerrillas some of the sword-like fanuc Oh others of the pen like on rifle Fred civilization unfortunately represented at this epoch rather by an aggregation of interests than by a group of principles was or thought itself in peril it set up the cry of alarm each constituting himself a center defended it suckered it and protected it with his own head and the first comer took it upon himself to save society zeal sometimes proceeded to extermination a platoon of the National Guard would constitute itself on its own authority a private council of war and judge and execute a captured insurgent in five minutes it was an improvisation of this sort that had slain jean proved a fierce Lynch law with which no one party had any right to reproach the rest for it has been applied by the Republic in America as well as by the monarchy in Europe this Lynch law was complicated with mistakes on one day of riding a young poet named Paul M Gagne was pursued in the plaster aisle with a bayonet at his loins and only escaped by taking refuge under the Porte cochere of number six they shouted there's another of those Simone young and they wanted to kill him now he had under his arm a volume of the memoirs of the Duke de Sassie moon a national guard had read the words a seaman on the book and had shouted death on the 6th of June 1832 a company of the National Guard's from the suburbs commanded by the captain Vanik Oh above-mentioned had itself decimated in the Rue de l'homme every out of Caprice and its own good pleasure this fact singular though it may seem was proved at the judicial investigation opened in consequence of the insurrection of 1832 captain fanuc Oh a bold and impatient bourgeois a sort of condottiere of the order of those whom we have just characterized a fanatical and intractable governmental list could not resist the temptation to fire prematurely and the ambition of capturing the barricade alone and unaided that is to say with his company exasperated by the successive apparition of the red flag and the old coat which he took for the black flag he loudly blamed the generals and Chiefs of the Corps who were holding counsel and did not think that the moment for decisive assault had arrived and who were allowing the insurrection to fry in its own fat to use the celebrated expression of one of them for his part he thought the barricade ripe and as that which is ripe ought to fall he made the attempt he commanded men as resolute as himself raging fellows as a witness said his company the same which had shot John Prevert the poet was the first of the battalion posted at the angle of the street at the moment they were least expecting it the captain launched his men against the barricade this movement executed with more goodwill than strategy cost the Faneca company dear before it had traversed 2/3 of the street it was received by a general discharge from the barricade for the most audacious who were running on in front were moan down point-blank at the very foot of the redoubt and this courageous the wrong of National Guard's very brave men but lacking in military tenacity were forced to fall back after some hesitation leaving 15 corpses on the pavement this momentary hesitation gave the insurgents time to reload their weapons and a second and very destructive discharge struck the company before it could regain the corner of the street its shelter a moment more and it was caught between two fires and it received the volley from the battery piece which not having received the order had not discontinued its firing being intrepid and imprudent Sonico was one of the dead from this grapeshot he was killed by the cannon that is to say by order this attack which was more furious than serious irritated Angela the fool said he they are getting their own men killed and they are using up our ammunition for nothing Enjolras spoke like the real general of the insurrection which he was insurrection and repression do not fight with equal weapons insurrection which speedily exhausted has only a certain number of shots to fire and a certain number of combatants to expend an empty cartridge box a man killed cannot be replaced as repression has the army it does not count its men and as it has been sent it does not count its shots repression has as many regiments as the barricade has men and as many Arsenal's as the barricade has cartridge boxes thus their struggles of one against a hundred which always end in crushing the barricade unless the Revolution uprisings suddenly flings into the balance its flaming Archangels sword this does happen sometimes then everything Rises the pavements begin to see popular readouts about Paris quivers supremely the quid divine them is given forth a tenth of August is in the air a 29th of July is in the air a wonderful light appears the yawning law of force draws back and the army that lion sees before it erect and tranquil that prophet France chapter 13 passing gleams in the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade there is a little of everything there is bravery there is youth honor enthusiasm the ideal conviction the rage of the gambler and above all intermittence 'as of hope one of these intermission sees one of these vague Quivers of hope suddenly traverse the barricade of the rue de la shell very at the moment when it was least expected listen suddenly cried all jaha who was still on the watch it seems to me that Paris is waking up it is certain that on the morning of the sixth of June the insurrection broke out afresh for an hour or two to a certain extent the obstinacy of the alarm peel of salmieri reanimated some fancies barricades were begun in the rue des quarry a and the rue de Gras VA in front of the port's amort death a young man armed with a rifle attacked alone a squadron of cavalry in plain sight on the open boulevard he placed one knee on the ground and shouldered his weapon fired killed the commander of the squadron and turned away saying there's another who will do us no more harm he was put to the sword in the ruse Anthony a woman fired on the National Guard from behind a lowered blind the slats of the blind could be seen to tremble at every shot a child 14 years of age was arrested in the rue de la cosa nuri with his pockets full of cartridges many posts were attacked at the entrance to the Rue Burton soiree a very lively and utterly unexpected fusillade welcomed a regiment of coracii a at whose had marched marshal general c'mon you'll die baracke in the roof launched me pray they through old pieces of pottery and household utensils down on the soldiers from the rooms a bad sign and when this matter was reported to marshal su Napoleon's old lieutenant grew thoughtful as he recalled Suchet is saying at Saragosa we are lost when the old women empty their palta chambre on our heads these general symptoms which presented themselves at the moment when it was thought that the uprising had been rendered local this fever of wrath these sparks which flew hither and thither above those deep masses of combustibles which are called the full war of Paris all this taken together disturbed the military chiefs they made haste to stamp out these beginnings of conflagration they delayed the attack on the barricades MoBay D'Alessio VA and summary until these sparks had been extinguished in order that they might have to deal with the barricades only and be able to finish them at one blow columns were thrown into the streets where there was fermentation sweeping the large sounding the small right and left now slowly and cautiously now at full charge the troops broke in the doors of houses whence shots had been fired at the same time maneuvers by the cavalry dispersed the groups on the boulevards this repression was not effected without some commotion and without that tumultuous uproar peculiar to collisions between the army and the people this is what Angela had caught up in the intervals of the cannon odd and the musketry moreover he had seen wounded men passing the end of the street in litters and he said to courfeyrac these wounded do not come from us their hope did not last long the gleam was quickly eclipsed in less than half an hour what was in the air vanished it was a flash of lightning and accompanied by thunder and the insurgents felt that sort of leaden cope with the indifference of the people castes / obstinate and deserted men fall over them once more the general movement which seemed to have assumed a vague outline had miscarried and the attention of the Minister of War and the strategy of the generals could now be concentrated on the three or four barricades which still remained standing the Sun was mounting above the horizon and insurgent hailed Angela we are hungry here are we really going to die like this without anything to eat Angela who was still leaning on his elbows at his embrasure made an affirmative sign with his head but without taking his eyes from the end of the street end of book 1 chapter 13 chapters 14 to 15 of book 1 of Lamy zurab vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Ella Jane Quentin lemis our album 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapters 14 to 15 chapter 14 wherein will appear the name of Angela's mistress courfeyrac seated on a paving stone beside Angela continued to insult the Canon and each time at that gloomy cloud of projectiles which is called grapeshot passed overhead with its terrible sound he assailed it with a burst of irony you are wearing out your lungs poor brutal old fellow you pain me you are wasting your Rao that's not thunder it's a cough and the bystanders laughed courfeyrac and Abbas away who's brave good humor increased with the peril like Madame Scare Hall replaced nourishment with pleasantry and as wine was lacking they poured out gaiety to all I admire Angela said boss away his impassive temerity astounds me he lives alone which renders him a little sad perhaps Angela complains of his greatness which binds him to widowhood the rest of us have mistresses more or less who make us crazy that is to say brave when a man is as much in love as a tiger the least that he can do is fight like a lion that is one way of taking our revenge for the capers that made them out resent play on us rollin gets himself killed for Angelique all our heroism comes for our women a man without a woman is a pistol without a trigger it is the woman that sets the man off well angela has no woman he is not in love and yet he manages to be intrepid it is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice and as bold as fire Angela did not appear to be listening but had anyone been near him that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice patria bas away was still laughing when courfeyrac exclaimed news and assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement he added my name is eight pounder in fact a new personage had entered on the scene this was a second piece of ordnance the artillery men rapidly performed their maneuvers in force and placed this second piece in line with the first this outlined the catastrophe a few minutes later the two pieces rapidly served were firing point-blank at the redoubt the platoon firing of the lion and of the soldiers from the suburbs sustained the artillery another cannon odd was audible at some distance at the same time that the two guns were furiously attacking the redoubt from the rue de la Sol rally to other cannons trained one from the rue Santini the other from the Ruach rila Boucher were riddling the Samaria barricade the four cannons echoed each other mournfully The Barking of these sombre dogs of war replied to each other one of the two pieces which was now battering the barricade on the rue de leche Olive Italy was firing grapeshot the other balls the piece which was firing balls was pointed a little high and the aim was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge the upper crust of the barricade and crumbled the stone down upon the insurgents mingled with bursts of grapeshot the object of this mode of firing was to drive the insurgents from the summit of the redoubt and to compel them to gather clothes in the interior that is to say this announced the assault the combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls and from the windows of the Cabaret by grapeshot the attacking columns could venture into the street without being picked off perhaps even without being seen could briskly and suddenly scale the redoubt as on the preceding evening and who knows take it by surprise it is absolutely necessary that the inconvenience of those guns should be diminished said al-jawhara and he shouted fire on the artillery men all were ready the barricade which had long been silent poured forth a desperate fire seven or eight discharges followed with a sort of rage and joy the street was filled with blinding smoke and at the end of a few minutes war dismissed all streaked with flame two-thirds of the Gunners could be distinguished lying beneath the wheels of the cannons those who were left standing continued to serve the pieces with severe tranquillity but the fire had slackened things are going well now said bas way to Angela success Enjolras shook his head and replied another quarter of an hour of this success and there will not be any cartridges left in the barricade it appears that Gavroche overheard this remark chapter 15 Gavroche outside courfeyrac suddenly caught sight of someone at the base of the barricade outside in the street amid the bullets Gavroche had taken a bottle basket from the wine shop had made his way out through the cut and was quietly engaged in emptying the full cartridge boxes of the National Guardsmen who had been killed on the slope of the redoubt into his basket what are you doing there asked courfeyrac Gavroche raised his face I'm filling my basket citizen don't you see the grapeshot Gavroche replied well it is raining what then courfeyrac shouted come in instanter said Gavroche and with a single bound he plunged into the street it will be remembered that fanuc OHS company had left behind it a trail of bodies 20 corpses lay scattered here and there on the pavement through the whole length of the street 20 cartouche is for Gavroche meant a provision of cartridges for the barricade the smoke in the street was like a fog whoever has beheld a cloud which has fallen into a mountain Gorge between two peaked escarpments can imagine this smoke rendered denser and thicker by two gloomy rows of lofty houses it rose gradually and was incessantly renewed hence a twilight which made even the broad daylight turn pale the combatants could hardly see each other from one end of the street to the other short as it was this obscurity which had probably been desired and calculated on by the commanders who were to direct the assault on and barricade was useful to Gavroche beneath the folds of this veil of smoke and thanks to his small size he could advance tolerably far into the street without being seen he rifled the first seven or eight cartridge boxes without much danger he crawled flat on his belly galloped on all fours took his basket and his teeth twisted glided undulated wound from one dead body to another and emptied the cartridge box or cartouche as a monkey opens a nut they did not dare to shout to him to return from the barricade which was quite near for fear of attracting attention to him on one body that of a corporal he found a powder flask for thirst said he putting it in his pocket by dint of advancing he reached a point where the fog of the fusillade became transparent so that the sharpshooters of the line ranged on the outlook behind their paving stone Dyke and the sharpshooters of the valley amassed at the corner of the street suddenly pointed out to each other something moving through the smoke at the moment when Gavroche was relieving a sergeant who was lying near a stone doorpost of his cartridges a bullet struck the body fikra a jack elated Gavroche they are killing my dead men for me a second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him third overturned his basket Gavroche looked and saw that this came from the men of the Ballia he sprang to his feet stood erect with his hair flying in the wind his hands on his hips his eyes fixed on the National Guardsmen who were firing and sang or a light Ananta sailor photo Voltaire a bet a Palazzo sailor felt al Russo men are ugly at non tear tis the fault of Voltaire and dull at palazzo tis the fault of Rousseau then he picked up his basket replaced the cartridges which had fallen from it without missing a single one and advancing toward the fusillade said about plundering another cartridge box there a fourth bullet missed him again Gavroche sang-joong sweet bono taya Sela fault of Voltaire this we am petite hua Zhu se la thought our Rousseau I am NOT a notary tis the fault of Voltaire I am a little bird tis the fault of Rousseau a fifth bullet only succeeded in drawing from him a third couplet schwa in montevecchia Scylla fault of Voltaire meze AHA amant Rousseau sail afoot ah who saw joy is my character tis the fault of Voltaire misery is my trousseau tis the fault of Rousseau thus it went on for some time it was a charming and terrible sight Gavroche though shot at was teasing the fusillade he had the air of being greatly diverted it was the sparrow pecking at the sportsman to each discharge he retorted with a couplet they aimed at him constantly and always missed him the National Guardsman and the soldiers laughed as they took aim at him he lay down sprang to his feet hid in the corner of a doorway then made a bound disappeared reappeared scampered away who turned replied to the grapeshot with his thumb at his nose and all the while went on pillaging the cartouche is empty in the cartridge boxes and filling his basket the insurgents panting with anxiety followed him with their eyes the barricade trembled he sang he was not a child he was not a man he was a strange gammon fare he might have been called the invulnerable dwarf of the fray the bullets flew after him he was more nimble than they he played a fearful game of hide-and-seek with death every time that the flat nosed face of the specter approached the urchin administered to it a Philip one bullet however better aimed or more treacherous than the rest finally struck the will of the wisp of a child Gavroche was seen to stagger then he sank to the earth the whole barricade gave vent to a cry but there was something of Antaeus in that pygmy for the gamin to touch the pavement is the same as for the giant to touch the earth Gavroche had fallen only to rise again he remained in a sitting posture a long threat of blood-streaked his face he raised both arms in the air glanced in the direction whence the shot had come and began to sing the sweet Bombay Pattaya sailor wrote a Voltaire loon a Don larezo sailor father I have fallen to the earth tis the fault of Voltaire with my nose in the gutter tis the fault of he did not finish a second bullet from the same marksman stopped him short this time he fell face downward on the pavement and moved no more this grand little soul had taken its flight end of book 1 chapters 14 to 15 chapter 16 of book 1 of lay miserable vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Karen Lee misery habla vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 1 chapter 16 how from a brother when becomes a father at that same moment in the garden of the Luxembourg for the gaze of the drama must be everywhere present two children were holding each other by the hand one might have been seven years old the other five the rain having soaked them they were walking along the paths on the sunny side the elder was leading the younger they were pale and ragged they had the air of wild birds the smaller of them said and very hungry the elder who was already somewhat of a protector was leaving his brother with his left hand and in his right he carried a small stick they were alone in the garden the garden was deserted the gates had been closed by order of the police an account of the insurrection the troops have been bit walking there had departed for the exigencies of combat how did those children come there perhaps they'd escaped from some guardhouse which stood ajar perhaps there was in the vicinity at the barrier don fehr or in the espelage de la cerva toir or in the neighboring Carrefour dominated by the pediment and which could be read in veterans Parul l'm panis involute 'm some Marchbanks booth from which they had fled perhaps they had on the previous evening escaped the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing and it passed the night in some one of those sentry boxes where people read the papers the fact is they were stray Lambs and they seemed free to be astray and to seem free as to be lost these poor little creatures were in fact lost these two children were the same over whom Gavroche had been put to some trouble as a reader will recollect children of the tonari a least out – man young attributed to Monsieur gain normal and now leaves fallen from all these fruitless branches and swept over the ground by the wind their clothing which had been clean in man Yeol's day and which had served her as prospectus with Monsieur Gill normal had been converted into rags henceforth these beings belong to the statistics as abandoned children whom the police took note of collect miss lay and find again on the pavements of Perry it required the disturbance of a day like that to account for these miserable little creatures being in that garden if the superintendence had caught sight of them they would have driven such rags forth poor little things do not enter public gardens still people should reflect that as children they have a right to flowers these children were there thanks to the locked gates they were there contrary to the regulations they had slipped into the garden and there they remained closed gates do not dismiss the inspectors oversight is supposed to continue but it grows slack and reposes and the inspectors move by the public anxiety and more occupied with the outside than the inside no longer glanced into the garden and had not seen the two delinquents it had rained the night before and even a little in the morning but in June showers do not count for much an hour after storm it can hardly be seen that the beautiful blonde day has wept the earth in summer is as quickly dried as the cheek of a child at that period of the Solstice the light a full noon day is so to speak poignant it takes everything it applies itself to the earth and superpose self with a sort of suction one would say that the son was thirsty a shower is but a glass of water a rainstorm is instantly drunk up in the morning everything was dripping in the afternoon everything is powdered over nothing is so worthy of admiration as foliage washed by the rain and wiped by the Rays of sunlight it is warm freshness the gardens and meadows having water at their roots and Sun and their flowers become perfuming pans of incense and smoke with all their odors at once everything's smiles sings and offers itself one feels greatly intoxicated the springtime is a provisional paradise the Sun helps man to have patience there are beings who demand nothing further mortals who having the answer of heaven say it is enough dreamers absorbing the wonderful dipping into the idolatry of nature indifferent to good and evil contemplate errs of cosmos and radiantly forgetful of man who do not understand how people can occupy themselves with a hunger of these and the first of those with a nudity of the poor in winter with a lymphatic curvature of the little spinal column with a pallet the Attic the dungeon and the rags of shivering young girls when they can dream beneath the trees peaceful and terrible spirits they and pitilessly satisfied strange to say the infinite suffices them that great need of man the finite which admits of embrace they ignore the finite which admits of progress in sublime toil they do not think about the indefinite which is born from the human and divine combination of the infinite and the finite escapes them provided that they are face to face with immensity they smile joy never ecstasy forever their life lies in surrendering their personality in contemplation the history of humanity is for them only a detailed plan all is not there the true all remains without what is the use of busying oneself over that detail man man suffers that's quite possible but look at all de baron rising the mother has nowhere milk the newborn babe is dying I know nothing about that but just look this wonderful rosette which a slice of wood cells of the pine presents under the microscope compare the most beautiful mechlin lace to that if you can these thinkers forget to love the zodiac thrives who them to such a point that it prevents they're seeing the weeping child God eclipses their souls this is a family of minds which are at once great and petty Horus was one of them so is Goethe Lafont n perhaps magnificent egoists of the infinite tranquil spectators of sorrow who do not be whole Nero if the weather be fair for whom the Sun conceals a funeral pile who would look on at an execution by the guillotine in the search for an effect of light who here near the cry nor the sob or the death rattle nor the alarm peal for whom everything is well since there is a month of May who so long as there are clouds of purple and gold above their heads declare themselves content and who are determined to be happy until the radiance of the Stars and the songs of the birds are exhausted these are dark radiances they have no suspicion that they are to be pitied certainly they are so he who does not weep does not see they are to be admired and pitied as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow the indifference of these thinkers is according to some a superior philosophy that may be but in this superiority there is some infirmity what may be immortal and yet limp witness Vulcan well maybe more than that and less than man there is incomplete immensity in nature who knows whether the Sun is not a blind man but then what in whom can we trust so loan quiz teacher a foul some awliya who shall dare to say that the Sun is false thus certain geniuses themselves certain very lofty mortals man stars may be mistaken that which is on high at the summit at the crest at the zenith that which sends down so much light on the earth sees but little sees badly sees not at all it's not this a desperate state of things no but what is there dan above the Sun the god on the 6th of June 1832 about 11 o'clock in the morning the Luxembourg solitary and depopulated was charming the queen conch seas and flowerbeds shed forth bomb and dazzling Beauty into the sunlight the branches wild with a brilliant glow of midday seemed endeavoring to embrace in the Sycamores there was an uproar of limits sparrows triumphed woodpeckers climbed among the chestnut trees administering little pecks on the bark the flowerbeds accepted the legitimate royalty of the lilies the most a gust of perfumes is that which emanates from whiteness the peppery odour of the carnations was perceptible the old crows of Marie de Medici were amorous in the tall trees the Sun gilded and purpled set fire to enlighten up the tulips which are nothing but all the varieties of flame made into flowers all around the banks of tulips the bees the sparks of these flame flowers hummed all was Grace and gaiety even the impending rain this relapse by which the lilies of Valley and the honeysuckles were destined to profit had nothing disturbing about it the swallows indulged in the charming threat of flying low he who was there aspired to happiness life smelled good all nature exhaled candor help assistance paternity caress dawn the thoughts which fell from heaven were sweet as a tiny hand of a baby when one kisses it the statues under the trees white and nude had robes of shadow pierced with light these goddesses were all tattered with sunlight Ray's hung from them on all sides around the great fountain the earth was already dried up to the point of being burnt there were sufficient breeze to raise little insurrections of dust here and there a few yellow leaves left over from the autumn chased each other merrily and seemed to be playing tricks on each other this abundance of light had something indescribably reassuring about it life SAP heat odours overflowed while most conscious beneath creation of the enormous size of the source in all these breaths permeated with love in this interchange of reverberations and reflections in this marvelous expenditure of rays in this infinite outpouring of liquid gold when felt the prodigality of the inexhaustible and behind the splendour as behind a curtain of flame caught a glimpse of God that millionaire of stars thanks to the sand there was not a speck of mud thanks to the rain there was not a grain of ashes the clumps of blossoms had just been bathed every sort of velvet satin gold and varnish which springs from the earth in the form of flowers was irreproachable this magnificence was cleanly the grand silence of happy nature filled the garden a celestial silence that is compatible with a thousand sorts of music the cooing of nests the buzzing of swarms the flutterings of the breeze all the harmony the season was complete in one gracious hole the entrances and exits of spring took place in proper order the lilacs ended the Jasmine began some flowers were tardy some insects in advance of their time the vanguard of the red June butterflies fraternize with the rear guard or the white butterflies of May the plantain trees were getting their new skins the breeze hollowed out undulations in the magnificent enormity of the chestnut trees it was splendid a veteran from the neighboring barracks who was gazing through the fence said here is a spring presenting arms and in full uniform all nature was breakfasting creation was a table this was its hour the great blue cloth was spread in the sky and the great green cloth on earth the Sun lighted it all up brilliantly God was serving the universal repast each creature had his pasture or his mess the ring doll found his hemp seed the chaffinch found his millet the Goldfinch found chickweed the red breast found worms the greenfinch found flies the fly found in few sorry I the be found flowers behaved each other somewhat it is true which is the misery of evil mixed with good but not a beast of them all had an empty stomach the two little abandoned creatures had arrived in the vicinity of the Grand fountain and rather bewildered by all this light they tried to hide themselves the instinct of the poor in the weak in the presence of even impersonal magnificence and they kept behind the Swans hutch here and there at intervals when the wind blew shouts clamors a sort of tumultuous death rattle which was the firing and dull blows which were discharges of cannon struck the ear confusedly smoke hung over the roofs in the direction of the all a bell which had the air of an appeal was ringing in the distance these children did not appear to notice these noises the villa one repeated from time to time I am hungry almost at the same instant with the children another couple approached the Great Basin they consisted of a good man about fifty years of age who was leading by the hand a little fell six no doubt a father and his son the little man of six had a big brioche I thought I picked certain houses abutting on the river in the room Adam and Dolph fair had keys to the Luxembourg garden of which the lodgers enjoyed the use when the gates were shut a privilege which was suppressed later on this father and son came from one of these houses no doubt the two poor little creatures watched that gentleman approaching and hid themselves a little more thoroughly he was a bourgeois the same person perhaps who Marius had one day heard through his love fever near the same grand Basin counselling his son to avoid excesses he had an affable and haughty air and a mouth which was always smiling since it did not shut this mechanical smile produced by too much jaw and too little skin shows the teeth rather than the soul the child with his brioche which he had bitten into but had not finished eating seemed satiated the child was dressed as the National Guardsman owing to the insurrection and the father had remained clad as a bourgeois out of prudence father and son halted near the fountain where two swans were sporting this bourgeois appeared to cherish a special admiration for the swans he resembled them in this sense that he walked like them for the moment the swans were swimming which is their principal talent and they were superb if the two poor little beings had listened and if they had been of an age to understand they might have gathered the words of this grave man the father was saying to his son the sage lives content with little look at me my son I do not love pomp I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones I leave that false splendor too badly organized Souls hear the deep shouts which proceeded from the direction of the all burst out with fresh force of Balan uproar what is that inquired the child the father replied it is a Saturnalia all at once he caught sight at the two little ragged boys behind the green swan hutch there's the beginning said he and after a pause he added anarchy is entering this garden in the meanwhile his son took a bite of his brioche spit it out and suddenly burst out crying what are you crying about demanded his father I am not hungry anymore said the child the father's smile became more accentuated one does not need to be hungry in order to eat a cake my cake tires me stale don't you watch any more of it no the father pointed to the Swans throw it to those palm up heads the child hesitated a person may not want any more of his cake but that's no reason for giving it away the father went on be humane you must have compassion on animals and taking the cake from his son he flung it into the basin the cake fell very near the edge the Swans were far away in the center of the Basin and busy with some prey they had seen neither the bourgeois nor the brioche the bourgeois feeling that the cake was in danger of being wasted and moved by this useless shipwreck entered upon a telegraphic agitation which finally attracted the attention of the Swans they perceived something floating steered for the edge like ships as they are and slowly directed their course toward the brioche with a stupid Majesty which befits white creatures the Swans seniors understand signs senior said the bourgeois delighted to make a jest at that moment the distant tumult of the city underwent another sudden increase this time it was sinister there are some gusts of wind which speak more distinctly than others the one which was blowing at that moment brought clearly-defined drumbeats clamors platoon firing and the dismal replies of the tuckson and the cannon this coincided with a black cloud which suddenly veiled a son the Swans had not yet reached the brioche let us return home said the father they're attacking the true Lurie he grasped his son's hand again then he continued from the truly reach of the Luxembourg there's but the distance which separates royalty from the peerage that's not far shots will soon rain down he glanced the cloud perhaps it's rain itself that's about to shower down the sky is joining in the younger branch is condemned let us return home quickly I should like to see the Swans eat the brioche said the child the father replied that would be imprudent and he let his little bourgeois away the son regretting the swans turned his head back toward the basin until a corner of the quincunx is concealed it from him in the meanwhile the two of the waves had approached the brush at the same time as a swans it was floating on the water the smaller of them stared at the cake the elder gazed after the retreating bourgeois father and son entered the labyrinth of walks which leaves the Grand flight of steps near the clump of trees on the side of the room Adam as soon as they had disappeared from view the elder child hastily flung himself flat on his stomach on the rounding curve of the basin and clinging to it with his left hand and leaning over the water on the verge of falling in he stretched out his right hand with a stick towards the cake the Swans perceiving the enemy made haste and in so doing they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to the little Fisher the water flowed back before the swans and one of these gentle concentric undulations softly floated the brioche towards the child's wand just the Swans came up the stick touched the cake the child gave it a brisk rap during the brioche frightened away the Swan seized the cake and sprang to his feet the cake was wet but they were hungry and thirsty the elder broke the cake into two portions a large one and a small one took the small one for himself gave the large one to his brother and said to him Ram that into your muzzle end of book 1 chapter 16 recorded by Caron chapter 17 through 19 book 1 of Lazaro up volume 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Alison Valdez name is Rob volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapter seventeen more tools Patera phillium moratorium expect that Mario stashed out of the barricade come fair followed him but he was too late Gavroche was dead comforter brought back the basket of cartridges Marius bore the child alas he thought that which the father had done for his father he was requiring to the son only to nadie had brought back his father alive he was bringing back the child dead when Marius re-entered the readout with Gavroche in his arms his face like a child was inundated with blood at the moment when he had stooped to live Gavroche a bullet had grazed his head he had not noticed it coif Eric untied his cravat and with it bandaged Marius his brow they laid Gavroche from the same table with my booth and spread over the two corpses the black shawl there was enough of it for both the old man and the child come fair distributed the cartridges from the basket which he had brought in this gave each man 15 rounds to fire Jean Valjean was still in the same place motionless on his stone post when calm fare offered him his 15 cartridges he shook his head he's a rare eccentric said comfort in a low voice to end Joris he finds a way of not fighting in this barricade which does not prevent him from defending it responded Angeles heroism has its originals resumed comm fair and cofee record overheard added he is another sort from father mob of one thing which must be noted is that the fire which was battering the barricade hardly disturbed the interior those who've never traversed the whirlwind of this sort of war can form no idea of the singular moments of tranquility mingled with these convulsions men go and come they talk they just the lounge someone who we know her to combatant say to him in the midst of the grapeshot we are here is that a bachelor breakfast the readout of the rue de la sha burly we repeat seemed very calm with him all mutations and all phases had been or about to be exhausted the position from critical had become menacing and from menacing was probably about to become desperate in proportion as this situation grew gloomy the glow of heroism in purple the barricade more and more and Joel Russ whose grave dominated it in the attitude of a young Spartan sacrificing his naked sword to the sombre genius epidote us come fair wearing an apron was dressing the wounds bas way and for ye were making cartridges with the powder flask picked up by Gavroche on the dead corporal and basu a said before ye we are soon to take the diligence for another planet kofi Eric was disposing and arranging on some paving stones which he had reserved for himself near and Joel Russ a complete arsenal his sword cane his gun to holster pistols and a cudgel with the care of a young girl setting a small Dunkirk a in order Joan Valjean stared silently at the wall opposite him an artisan was fastening mother who shallows big straw hat on his head with a string for fear of sunstroke as he said the young men from the co good died were chatting merrily among themselves as though eager to speak patois for the last time surely who had taken Widow who shall lose mirror from the all was examining his tongue in it some combatants having discovered a few crusts of rather moldy bread and a drawer eagerly devouring them Marius was disturbed with regard to what his father was about to say to him chapter 18 the vulture become prey we must insist upon one psychological fact peculiar to barricades nothing which is characteristic of that surprising war of the street should be omitted whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have just mentioned the barricade for those who are inside it remains nonetheless a vision there is something of the Apocalypse in civil war all the myths of the unknown are commingled with fierce flashes revolutions are sphinxes and anyone who has passed through a barricade thinks he has traversed a dream the feelings – which one is subject in these places we have pointed out in the case of Marius and we shall see the consequences they are both more or less than life on emerging from barricade one no longer knows what one has seen there one has been terrible but one knows it not one has been surrounded with conflicting ideas which had human faces once head has been in the light of the future there were corpses lying prone there and phantoms standing erect the hours were colossal and seemed hours of eternity one has lived in death shadows have passed by what were they one has beheld hands on which there was blood there was a deafening horror there was also a frightful silence there were open mouths was shouted in other open mouths which held their peace one was in the midst of smoke of night perhaps one fancied that wanted touch the sinister booze of unknown depths one stares at something red on one's fingernails one no longer remembers anything let us return to the rule dilutional very all at once between two discharges the distant sound of a clock striking the hour became all the it is midday said calm fed the twelve strokes had not finished wracking when Enjolras sprang to his feet and from the summit of the barricade held this thundering shout carry stones up into the houses lie in the windowsills and the roofs with them half the men to their guns the other half to the paving stones there was not a minute to be lost a squad of sappers and miners axe on shoulder had just made their appearance in battle array at the end of the street this could only be the head of a column and what column the attacking column evidently the sappers charged with the demolition of the barricade must always precede the soldiers who are to scale it there were evidently on the brink of that moment which Monsieur Clermont torneio in 1822 called the tug of war and Joel Ross's order was executed with the correct haste which is peculiar to ships and barricades the only two scenes of combat were Escape is impossible in less than a minute 2/3 of the stones which in Hollis had had piled up at the door of the Corinth had been gathered up to the first floor in the Attic and her for a second minute had elapsed these stones artistically set one upon the other walled up the sash window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their height a few loopholes carefully planned by for ye the principal architect aloud of the passage of the gun barrels the armament of the windows could be erected all the more easily since the firing of grapeshot had ceased the dew cannons were now discharging ball against the center of a barrier in order to make a hole there and if possible a breach for the assault when the stones destined at the final defense were in place and Joris had the bottles which he had set under the table where marble fillet carried to the first floor who is to drink that busway asked him they replied and draw us then they barricaded the window below and held in readiness the iron cross bars which served to secure the door of the wine shop at night the fortress was complete the barricade was the rampart the wine-shop was the dungeon with the stones which remain they stopped up the outlet as the defenders of a barricade are always obliged to be sparing of their ammunition and as the assailants know this the assailants combine their arrangements with the sort of irritating leisure exposed themselves to fire prematurely there in appearance more than in reality and take their ease the preparations for attack are always made with certain methodical deliberation after which the lightning strikes this deliberation permitted Enjolras to take a review of everything and to perfect everything he felt that since such men were to die their death ought to be a masterpiece he said to Marius we are the two leaders I will give the last orders inside do you remain outside and observe Marius posted himself on the lookout upon the crest of the barricade Enjolras had the door of the kitchen which was the ambulance as the reader will remember nailed up no splashing of the wounded he said he issued his final orders in the taproom in a curt but profoundly tranquil tone for ye listened and replied in the name of all on the first floor hold your axes in readiness to cut the staircase have you them yes said for ye how many two axes in a pole X that is good there are now 26 combatants of us on foot how many guns are there 34 ate too many keep those eight guns loaded like the rest in at hand swords and pistols in your belts twenty men to the barricade six ambushed in the attic windows and the window on the first floor to fire on the assailants through the loopholes and stones but not a single worker remain inactive here presently when the drumbeats the assault that the twenty below stairs rushed to the barricade the first to arrive will have the best places these arrangements made he turned to Javert and said I'm not forgetting you and laying a pistol on the table he added man to leave this room will smash the skull of the spy here in quite a voice no let's not mix their corpses with our own a little barricade of the monty duo lane can be scaled it's only four feet high the man is well opinioned he shall be taken further and put to death there was someone who was more impassive at that moment than enjoyed us it was shava here here Jean Valjean made his appearance he had been lost among the group of insurgents he stepped forth and said to enjoy us you are the commander yes you thanked me a while ago in the name of the Republic the barricade has two Savior's Marius Pontmercy and yourself do you think that I deserve a recompense certainly well I request one what is it that I'm a blow that man's brains out Javert raised his head sawed off our jaw made an almost imperceptible movement and said that is just as foreign childress he'd begun to reload his rifle he cut his eyes about him no objections and he turned to Jean Valjean take the spy Javert all did in fact take possession of Javert by seating himself on the end of the table he seized the pistol and a faint click announced that he had cocked it almost at the same moment a blast of trumpets became audible take care shouted Marius from the top of the barricade Javert began to laugh with that noiseless laugh which was peculiar to him in gazing intently at the insurgents he said to them you are in no better case than I am all out shouted enjoy us the insurgents poured out tumultuously and as they went received in the back may we be permitted the expression this sally of Javert we shall meet again shortly chapter 19 Jean Valjean takes his revenge where's your version was that Javert he untied the rope which fastened the prisoner across the middle of the body and the knot of which was under the table after this he made him a sign to rise Java obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of enchained authority is condensed Jean Valjean took Javert by the martingale as one would take a beast of burden by the breast band and dragging the latter after him emerged from the wine shop slowly because Javert with his impeded limbs could take only very short steps Jean Valjean all had the pistol in his hand in this manner they crossed the inner trapezium of the barricade the insurgents all intent on the attack which was imminent had their backs turned these two Marius alone stationed on one side at the extreme left of the barricade saw them pass this group of victim and executioner was illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul Jean Valjean was some difficulty but without relaxing his hold for a single instant made Javert pinioned as he was scaled a little entrenchment in the Monte door lane when they had crossed this barrier they found themselves alone in the lane no one saw them among the heap they could distinguish a livid face streaming hair a pierced hand in the half nude breasts of a woman it was Eponine the corner of the houses hid them from the insurgents the corpses carried away from the barricade formed a terrible pile a few paces distant Javert gazed askance at this body Andra found Lee calm said in a low tone it strikes me that I know that girl then he turned to John Valjean Jean Valjean thrust the pistol under his arm and fixed on Javert a look which it required no words to interpret Javert it is I Javert replied take your revenge Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife and opened it a clasp-knife exclaimed Javert you're right that suits you better Jean Valjean cut the martingale which ever had about his neck and he cut the cords on his wrists then stooping down he cut the cord on his feet and straightening himself up he said to him you are free Java was not easily astonished still master of himself though he was he could not repress a start he remained open mouthed and motionless Jean Valjean continued I do not think that I shall escape from this place but if by chance I do I live under the name of far shovel ant in there who there long armed number seven Javert smiled like a tiger which made him half up in one corner of his mouth and he muttered between his teeth have a care go said Jean Valjean Javert began again thou said far Schieffelin rude the long arm number seven de verre repeated in a low voice number seven he buttoned up his coat once more resuming the military stiffness between his shoulders made a half-turn folded his arms and supporting his chin on one of his hands he set out in the direction of the hulless Jean Valjean followed him with his eyes few minutes later Javert turned round and shouted to Jean Valjean do you annoy me kill me rather Javert himself did not notice that he no longer addressed on Rajon as thou be off with you said Jean Valjean Javert retreated slowly a moment later he turned the corner of the road their pressure when Javert had disappeared John Bardo fired his pistol in the air then he returned the barricade and said it is done in the meanwhile this is what had taken place Marius more intent on the outside then on the interior had not up to that time taking a good look at the pinion spy in the dark background of the taproom when he beheld him in broad daylight striding over the barricade in order to proceed to his death he recognized him something suddenly recurred to his mind he recalled the inspector of the Rue de Pont wah the two pistols which the latter had handed to him in which he Marius had used in this very barricade and not only did he recall his face but his named as well.this recollection was misty and troubled however like all his ideas it was not an affirmation that he made but a question which he put to himself it's not that the inspector of police who told me that his name was Javert perhaps there was still time to intervene in behalf of that man but in the first place he must know whether this would Javert Marius called Enjolras woods just stationed himself at the other extremity of the barricade and your ass what what is the name of yonder man what man the police agent do you know his name of course he told us what is it Javert Marius sprang to his feet at that moment they heard the report of the pistol Jean Valjean reappeared and cried it is done a gloomy chill traversed Marius his heart end of book one chapter seventeen to nineteen chapter 20 of book one of Lamesa robbed vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Allison Valdes the miserab volume five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapter 20 the dead are in the right and living are not in the wrong the death agony of the barricade was about to begin everything contributed to its tragic majesty at that supreme moment a thousand mysterious crashes in the air the breath of armed masses set in movement in the streets which were not visible the intermittent gallop of cavalry the heavy shock of artillery on the March the firing by squads and the cannon aides crossing each other in the labyrinth of Paris the smokes of battle mounting all gilded above the roofs indescribable and vaguely terrible cries lightnings of Menace everywhere the toxin of Saint Mary which had now the accents of a sob the mildness of the weather the splendor of the sky filled with Sun and clouds the beauty of the day and the alarming silence of the houses for since the preceding evening the two rows of houses in the rue de luchon Ferrari had become two walls ferocious walls doors closed windows closed shutters closed in those days so different from those in which we live when the hour was come when the people wish to put an end to a situation which had lasted too long with the Charter granted or with a legal country when universal wrath was diffused in the atmosphere when the city consented to the tearing up of the pavements when insurrection made the bird was ease my love I whispering its password in its ear then the inhabitant thoroughly penetrated with the revolt so to speak was the auxiliary of the combatant and the house fraternized with the improvised fortress which rested on it when the situation was not ripe when the insurrection was not decidedly admitted when the masses disowned the movement all was over with the combatants the city was changed into a desert around the revolt Souls grew chilled refuges were nailed up and the street turned into a d-file to help the army to take the barricade a people cannot be forced through surprise to walk more quickly than it chooses woe to whomsoever tries to force its hand a people does not let itself go at random then it abandoned the insurrection to itself the insurgents become noxious infected with the plague a house is an escarpment a door is a refusal a facade is a wall this wall is seized and will not it might open and save you no this wall is a judge it gazes at you and condemns you what dismal things are closed houses they seem dead they are living life which is as it were suspended there persists there no one has gone out of them for four and twenty hours but no one is missing from them in the interior of that Rock people go and come go to bed and rise again they are a family party there there they eat and drink they are afraid a terrible thing fear excuses this fearful lack of hospitality terror is mixed with it in extenuating circumstance sometimes even and this has been actually seen fear turns to passion fright may change into furious prudence stars into rage hence this wise saying the enraged moderates there are outbursts of supreme terror when Springs rough like a mournful smoke what do these people want what if they come there to do let them get out of the scrape so much the worse for them it is their fault they're only getting what they deserve it's not concern us here is our poor street all riddled with balls they are a pack of Rascals above all things don't open the door and the house assumes the air of a to the insurgent is in the death throes in front of that house he sees the grapeshot and naked swords drawing near if he cries he knows that they are listening to him and that no one will come there stand walls which might protect him there are men who might save him and these walls have ears of flesh and these men have bowels of stone whom shall he reproach no one and everyone the incomplete times in which we live it is always at its own risk in peril that utopia is converted into revolution and from philosophical protest becomes an armed protest and from Minerva turns to palace the utopia which grows impatient and becomes revolt knows what awaits it it almost always comes too soon then it becomes resigned and stoically accepts catastrophe and you of triumph it serves those who deny it without complaint even excusing them and even disco pates them and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment it is indomitable in the face of obstacles and gentle towards ingratitude is this ingratitude however yes from the point of the human race no from the point of view of the individual progress is man's mode of existence the general life of the human race is called progress the collective stride of the human race is called progress progress advances it makes the great human and terrestrial journey towards the celestial and the divine it has its halting places where it rallies the lack of troop it has its station where it mediates in the presence of some splendid Canaan suddenly unveiled on its horizon it has its nights when it sleeps and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul and that he gropes in dark without being able to awaken that slumbering progress god is dead perhaps said Gerard Neville one day to the writer of these lines confounding progress with God and taking the interruption of movement for the death of being he who despairs is in the wrong progress infallibly awakes and in short we may say that it marches on even when it is asleep for it has increased in size when we behold it erect once more we find it taller to be always peaceful does not depend on progress any more than it does on the stream erect no barriers cast in no builders obstacles make water froth and humanity boil hence arise troubles but after these troubles we recognize the fact that ground has been gained until order which is nothing else than universal peace has been established until harmony and unity rain progress will have revolutions as its halting places what then his progress we have just enunciated it the permanent life of the people's now it sometimes happens that the momentary life of individuals offers resistance to the eternal life of the human race let us admit without bitterness that the individual has his distinct interests and can without forfeiture stipulate for his interest and defended the present has its pardonable dose of agat ism momentary life has its rights and is not bound to sacrifice itself constantly to the future the generation which is passing in its turn over the earth is not forced to a Brigid for the sake of the generations it's equal after all who will have their turn later on I exist murmurs that someone whose name is all I am young and in love I'm old and I wish to repose I'm the father of a family i toil i prosper I'm successful in business I've houses to lease I have money in the government funds I'm happy I have a wife and children I have all this I desire to live leave me in peace hence at certain hours profound cold broods over the magnanimous vanguard of the human race utopia moreover we must admit quits its radiant sphere and it makes war it's the truth of tomorrow borrows its mode of procedure battle from the lie of yesterday it the future behaves like the past it pure idea becomes a deed of violence it complicates its heroism with a violence for which it is just that it should be held in answer a violence of occasion and expedient contrary to principle and for which it is fatally punished the Utopia insurrection fights with the old military code in its fists it shoots spies it executes traitors it suppresses living beings and flings them into unknown darkness it makes use of death a serious matter it seems as though utopia had no longer any faith in radiance its irresistible and incorruptible force it strikes with the sword now no sword is simple every blade has two edges he who wounds with the one is wounded with the other having made this reservation and made it with all severity it is impossible for us not to admire whether they succeed or not those the glorious combatants of the future the confessors of utopia even when they miscarry they are worthy of veneration and it is perhaps in failure that they possessed the most majesty victory when it is in accord with progress merits the applause of the people but a heroic defeat merits their tender compassion the one is magnificent the other sublime for our own part we prefer martyrdom to success John Brown is greater than Washington and pissah Kaine is greater than Garibaldi it certainly is necessary that someone should take the part of the vanquished we are unjust towards these men who attempt the future when they fail revolutionists are accused of sowing fare abroad every barricade seems a crime their theories are criminais 'td there am suspected there are terior motive is feared their conscience denounced they are approached with raising erecting and heaping up against the reigning social state a mass of miseries of griefs of iniquities of wrongs of despairs and of tearing from the lowest depths blocks of shadow in order there into embattled themselves and to combat people shout to them you are tearing up the pavements of hell they might reply that is because our barricade is made of good intentions the best thing is sure idli is the Pacific Solution in short let us agree that when we behold the pavement we think of the bear and it is a goodwill which renders society uneasy but it depends on society to save itself it is through its own goodwill that we make our appeal no violent remedy is necessary to study evil amiably to prove its existence than to cure it is to this that we invited however that maybe even when fallen above all when fallen these men who at every point of the universe with our eyes fixed on France are striving for the grand work with the inflexible logic of the ideal our agust they give their life a free offering to progress they accomplish the will of Providence they perform a religious act at the appointed hour with as much disinterestedness as an actor who answers to his cue in obedience to the divine stage-manager they enter the tomb and this hopeless combat the stoic or disappearance they accept in order to bring about the supreme and universal Conte acquaintances the magnificent and irresistible human movement begun on the 14th of July 1789 these soldiers are priests the French Revolution is an act of God moreover there are and it is proper to add this distinction to the distinctions already pointed out in another chapter there are accepted revolutions revolutions with are called revolutions there are refused revolutions which are called riots an insurrection which breaks out is an idea which is passing its examination before the people if the people let's fall a black ball the idea is dried fruit the insurrection is a mere skirmish waging war it ever summons and every time that utopia desires it is not the thing for the people's nations have not always and at every hour the temperament of heroes in martyrs they are positive our priori insurrection is repugnant to them in the first place because it often results in a catastrophe in the second place because it always has an abstraction as its point of departure because and this is a noble thing it is always for the ideal and for the ideal alone that those who sacrifice themselves do thus sacrifice themselves an insurrection is an enthusiasm enthusiasm may wax rough hence the appeal to arms but every insurrection which aims at a government or a regime aims higher thus for instance and we insist upon it what the chiefs of the insurrection of 1832 and in particular the young enthusiasts of the who the National Ferrari were combating was not precisely louis-philippe majority of them when talking freely did justice to this king who stood a midway between monarchy and revolution no one hated him but they attacked the younger branch of the Divine Right of louis-philippe as they had attacked his elder branch in Charles the tenth and that which they wish to overturn in overturning royalty in France was as we have explained he is a patient of man of a man and of privilege over right in the entire universe Paris without a king has as a result the world without despots this is the manner in which they are reasoned their aim was distant no doubt vague perhaps and it retreated in the face of their efforts but it was great thus it is and we sacrifice ourselves for these visions which are almost always illusions for the sacrificed but illusions with which after all the whole of human certainty is mingled we throw ourselves into these tragic Affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are about to do who knows we may succeed they are few in number we have a whole army arrayed against us but we are defending right the natural law the sovereignty of each one over himself from which no abdication is possible justice and truth and in case of need we die like the 300 Spartans we do not think of Don Quixote but of Leonid us and we March straight before us and once pledged we do not draw back and we rush onwards with head held low cherishing as our hope an unprecedented victory revolution completed progress set free again the aggrandizement of the human race Universal deliverance and in the event of the worst Thermopylae these passages of arms for the sake of progress often suffer shipwreck and we have just explained why the crowd is restive in the presence of the impulses of paladins heavy masses the multitudes which are fragile because of their very weight fear adventures and there is a touch of adventure in the ideal moreover and we must not forget this interests which are not very friendly to the ideal in the sentimental or in the way sometimes stomach paralyzes the heart the grandeur and beauty of France lies in this that she takes less from the stomach than other nations she more easily knots the rope about her loins she has the first a week the last sleep she marches forwards she is a seeker this arises from the fact that she is an artist the idea is nothing but the culminating point of logic the same as the beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true artistic peoples are also consistent people's to love beauty is to see the light that is why the torch of Europe that's to say of civilization was first born by Greece who passed it on to Italy who handed it on to France divine illuminating Nations of scouts vital imparted through don't it is an admirable thing that the poetry of a people is the element of its progress the amount of civilization is measured by the quantity of imagination only as civilizing people should retain a manly people Corinth yes Cerberus no however becomes effeminate makes himself a bastard he must be neither a dilettante nor a virtuoso but he must be artistic in the matter of civilization he must not refine but he must sublime on this condition one gives it a human race the pattern of the ideal the modern ideal has its type in art and its means in science it is through science that it will realize that Auguste vision of the poet's the socially beautiful Eden will be reconstructed by a plus B at the point which civilization is now reached the exact is his necessary element of the splendid and the artistic sentiment is not only served but completed by the scientific organ dreams must be calculated art which is the Conqueror should have for support science which is the Walker the solidity of the creature which is ridden is importance the modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India as its vehicle Alexander on the elephant races which are petrified in Dogma or demoralized by lucre are unfit to guide civilization genuflection before the idol or before money wastes away the muscles which walk in the will which advances higher attic or mercantile absorption lessons a people's power of radiance lowers its horizon by lowering its level and deprives it of that intelligence at once both human and divine of the universal goal which makes missionaries of nations Babylon has no ideal Carthage has no ideal Athens and Rome haven't keep throughout all the nocturnal darkness of the centuries halos of civilization France is in the same quality of race as Greece and Italy she is Athenian in the matter of beauty and Roman in her greatness moreover she is good she gives herself oftener than is the case with other races is she in the humour for self devotion and sacrifice only this humour seizes upon her and again abandons her and therein lies the great peril for those who run and she desires only to walk or walk when she desires to halt France has her relapses into materialism and at some instants the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain have no longer anything which recalls French greatness and are of did the dimensions of a Missouri or a South Carolina what is to be done in such a case the giant s plays at being a dwarf immense France has her freaks of pettiness that is all to this there is nothing to say people's like planets possess the right to an eclipse and all is well provided that the light returns and that the Eclipse does not degenerate into night Dawn and resurrection are synonyms the reappearance of the light is identical with the persistence of the i-ight let us state these facts calmly death on the barricade or the tomb in exile is an acceptable occasion for devotion the real name of devotion is disinterestedness let the abandoned allow themselves to be abandoned that the eggs and allow themselves to be exiled and let us confine ourselves to entreating Great nations not to retreat too far when they do retreat one must not push too far in descent under pretext of a return to Reason matter exists the minut exists interest exists the stomach exists but the stomach must not be the sole wisdom the life of the moment has its rights we admit but permanent life has its right also alas the fact that one is mounted does not preclude a fall this can be seen in history more frequently than its desirable a nation is great it tastes the ideal then it bites the Maya and finds it good and if it be asked how it happens that it has abandoned Socrates for Falstaff it replies because I love statesmen one word more before returning to our subject the conflict a battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else than the convulsion towards the ideal progress trammeled is sickly and is subject to these tragic ellipses with that malady of progress Civil War we have been obliged to come in contact in our passage this is one of the fatal phases at once act and interact of that drama was pivot is a social condemnation and his veritable title is progress progress the cry to which we frequently give utterance is our whole thought and at the point of this drama which we have now reached the idea which it contains having still more than one trial to undergo it is perhaps permitted to us if not to lift the veil from it to at least allow it light to shine through the book which the reader has under his eye this moment is from one end to the other as a whole and in detail whatever may be its intermittent sees exceptions and faults the march from evil to good from the unjust to the just from night today from appetite to conscience from rottenness to life from Hell to heaven from nothingness to God point of departure matter point of arrival the soul the Hydra at the beginning the angel at the end end of book 1 chapter 20 chapter 21 of book one of lay miserab fall you five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org lay miserab vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapter 21 the heroes all at once the drumbeat the charge the attack was a hurricane on the evening before in the darkness the barricade had been approached silently as by a boa now in broad daylight in that widening Street surprise was decidedly impossible rude force had moreover been unmasked and the cannon had begun the roar the Army hurled itself on the barricade fury now became skill a powerful detachment of infantry of the line broken at regular intervals by the National Guard and the municipal guard on foot and supported by serried masses which could be heard though not seen debauched into the street at a run with drums beating trumpets braying bayonets leveled the sappers at their head an imperturbable under the projectiles charged straight for the barricade with the weight of a brazen beam against a wall the wall held firm the insurgents fired impetuously the barricade once scaled had a mane of lightening flashes the assault was so furious that for one moment it was inundated with assailants but it shook off the soldiers as a line shakes off the dogs and it was only covered with besiegers as the cliff is covered with foam to reappear a moment later beetling black and formidable the column forced to retreat remain massed in the street unprotected but terrible and replied to the redoubt with a terrible discharge of musketry anyone who has seen fireworks we recall the sheaf formed of interlacing lightning which is called a bouquet let the reader picture to himself this bouquet no longer vertical but horizontal bearing a bullet buckshot or Biscayne at the tip of each one of its Jets of flames and picking off dead men one or another from its clusters of lightening the barricade was underneath it on both sides the resolution was equal the bravery exhibited there was almost barbarous and was complicated with a sword of heroic ferocity which began by the sacrifice of self this was the epoch when a National Guard man fought like the Zouave the troop wished to make an end of it insurrection was desirous of fighting the acceptance of the death agony in the flower of youth and in the flush of health turns intrepidity into frenzy in this fray each one underwent the broaden and growth of the death hour the street was strewn with corpses the barricade had Angela as one of his extremities and Marius at the other Angela who carried the whole barricade in his head reserved and sheltered himself three soldiers fell one after the other under his embrasure without having even seen him Marius fought I'm protected he made himself a target he stood with more than half his body above the breastworks there is no more violent prodigal than the avaricious man who takes the bit in his teeth there is no more man more terrible in action than a dreamer Marius was formidable and pensive in battle he was as in a dream one would have pronounced him a phantom engaged in firing a gun the insurgents cartridges were giving out but not their sarcasm in this whirlwind of the sepulcher in which they stood they laughed Cerf Iraq was bareheaded what have you done with your habbo say asked him Cerf Eric replied they have taken it away from me with the cannonballs were they uttered haughty comments can anyone understand blamed Fraley bitterly those men and he cited names well-known names even celebrated names some belonging to the old army who had promised to join us and taken an oath to aid us and when pledged their honor to it and who are our generals and who abandoned us and come further restricted himself to replying with a grave smile there are people who observe the rules of Honor as one observed the stars from a great distance the interior of the barricade was so strewn with torn cartridges that one would have said there had been a snowstorm the assailants had numbers in their favor the insurgents had position they were at the top of the wall they thundered point-blank upon the soldiers tripping over the dead and wounded and entangled in the in scarp meant this barricade constructed as it was an admirably but rest was really one of those situations where a handful of men hold a legion in check neverold was the attacking column constantly recruited and enlarged under the shower of bullets drew inexorably clearer and now little by little step by step but surely the army closed in around the barricade as the vise grasped the winepress one assault followed the other the horror of the situation kept increasing then there burst forth on that heap of paving stones in that rue de leche and very the battle worthy of the wall of Troy these Haggard ragged exhausted men who had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours who had not slept who had but a few more rounds to fire who were fumbling in their pockets which had been emptied of cartridges nearly all of whom were wounded with header arm bandaged with black and blood-stained linen with holes in their clothes from which the blood trickled and who were hardly armed with poor guns and not swords became Titans the barricade was ten times attacked approached assailed scaled and never captured in order to form an idea of this struggle it is necessary to imagine fire set to a throng of terrible Courage's and then to gaze at the conflagration it was not a combat it was the interior of a furnace their mouths breezed the flame their countenance were extraordinary the human form seemed impossible there the combatants flamed forth there and it was formidable to behold the going and the comings in that red glow of those salamanders of the fray the successive and the simultaneous scenes of this grand slaughter we renounce all attempts at depicting the epic alone has the right to fill twelve thousand verses with a battle one would have pronounced this that hell of brahmanism the most redoubtable of the seventeen abysus which the veda calls the forest of the swords they fought hands hand foot to foot with pistol shots with blows of the sword with their fists at a distance close at hand from above from below from everywhere from the roofs of the houses from the windows of the wine shops from the cellar windows with her summit crawled they were one against sixty the facade of the Corinth half demolished was hideous the window tattooed with grapeshot had lost glass and frame and was nothing now but a shapeless whole tumultuously blocked with paving stones boo sat was killed freely was killed coal fayek was killed Kumba fair transfixed by three bows from a bayonet in the breast at the moment when he was lifting up a wounded soldier had only time to glance to heaven when he expired Marius still fighting was so riddled with wounds particularly in the head that his countenance disappeared beneath the blood and one would have said that his face was covered with a red handkerchief Angela alone was not struck when he no longer had any weapon he reached out his hands to the right and left and insurgent thrust some arm or other into his all he had left was the sumps of four swords one more than Francois Mario Homer says Diomedes cuts the throat of Excellus son of tooth rawness who dwelt in happy eros bah Gorillaz son of meses deus exterminates dre sews and offal teos asipi as' and that Padilla's whom the Nyad a Barbaria born to the blameless bucoli on ulysses overthrows padilla TS of the perk osseous Antilochus ab lares polyp eighties ass Tallis Paulo Dimas a toes of saline and toe sir a ratty own Magan Theo's dies under the blows of Europe ELISA spike agamemnon king of the heroes flings to earth Olay dose born in the rocky city which is loved by the surrounding river Santa noise in our old poems of exploits a planned Ian's attacks of the giant Marcos wanta bore with a cobbler's shoulder stick of fire and the latter defends himself by stoning the hero which towers he plucks up by the roots our ancient mural frescoes shows us the two Dukes of Britannia and bourbon armed emblazoned and crested in warlike guys by horseback and approaching each other their battle axes in hands masked with ironed loved with iron booted with iron one Khepera stoned in ermine the other draped in Azure Britannia with his lion between two horns of his crown bourbon helmeted in a monster fleur-de-lys on his speiser but in order to be superb it is not necessary to wear like yeven the Duke amariah to heaven the fists like Espeland e'en a living flame or like Phi Lee's father of Paulo Dimas to have brought back from F IRA a good suit of mail a present from the king of men you fatties it suffice us to give one's life for conviction or loyalty this ingenious little soldier yesterday a peasant of boss a while lamu see who prowls with a clasp-knife by his side around the children's nurses in the Luxembourg garden this pale young student bent over a piece of anatomy or a book a blonde youth who shaves his beard with scissors take both of them breathe upon them with a breath of duty placed them face-to-face in the court for Bonjour a or in the blind alley Paul Jamie bleh and let one fight for his flag or the other for his ideal and let both of them imagine that they are fighting for their country the struggle will be colossal and the shadow which this raw recruit and the Sawbones in conflict will produce in that grand epic field where the human is striving will equal the shadow cast by mega Ryan king of lie sia tiger filled crushing in his embrace the immense body of Ajax equal to the gods end of book 1 chapter 21 chapter 22 of book 1 of lame is LOB's vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org lame is lab vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 1 the war between four walls chapter 22 foot to foot when they were no longer any of the leaders left alive except Angela and Marius at the two extremities of the barricade the center which had so long sustained Kerouac Joe lay busa boy lay and comb be fair gave way the cannon though it had not effected a practical breach had made a rather large hollow in the middle of the redoubt there the summit of the wall had disappeared before the balls and had crumbled away and the rubbish which had fallen now inside now outside had as it accumulated formed two piles in the nature of slopes on the two sides of the barrier one on the inside the other on the outside the exterior slope presented an inclined plane to the attack a final assault was there attempted and this assault had succeeded the mass bristling with bayonets and hurled forward a tear on came up with irresistible force and the serried front of battle at the attacking column made its appearance through the smoke on the crested of the battlements this time it was decisive the group of insurgents who were defending the center retreated in confusion then the gloomy love of life awoke once more in some of them many finding themselves under the muzzle of this forest of guns did not wish to die this is the moment when the instinct of self-preservation emits howls when the Beast reappears in men they were hemmed in by the lofty six storey house which formed the background of their redoubt this house might prove to be their salvation the building was barricaded and walled as it were from top to bottom before the troops of the line had reached the interior they read out there was time for a door to open and shut the space of the flash of a lightning was sufficient for that and the door of that house suddenly opened a crack and closed again instantly was life for these despairing men behind this house there were streets possible flight space they set to knocking at that door with the butts of their gun and with kicks shouting calling entreating bringing their hands no one opened from the little window on the third floor the head of a dead man gaze down upon them but Angela and Marius and the seven or eight rallied about them sprang forward and protected them Angela had shouted to the shoulders don't advance and as an officer had not obeyed Angela had killed the officer he was now in the little inner Court of the redoubt with his back planted against the Corinth building a sword in one hand a rifle in the other holding opened the door of the wine-shop which he borrowed against assailants he shouted to the desperate man there is but one open door this one and shielding the him with his body and facing an entire battalion alone he made them pass in behind him all precipitated themselves there Angela executing with his rifle which he now used like a cane what single stick players called a cupboard rose round his head leveled the bayonets around and in front of him and was the last to enter and then ensued a horrible moment when the soldiers tried to make their way in and the insurgents strove to bar them out the door was slammed with such violence that as it fell back into his frame it showed the five fingers of a soldier who had been clinging to it cut off and glued to the post Marius remained outside a shot had just broken his collarbone he felt that he was fainting and falling at that moment with eyes already shut he felt the shock of a vigorous hand seizing him and the swoon in which his senses vanished hardly allowing him time for the thought mingled with the last memory of coset I am taken prisoner I shall be shot Angela not seeing Marius among those who had taken refuge in the wine-shop had the same idea but they had reached a moment when each man has not the time to meditate on his own death Angela fixed the bar across the door and bolted it and double locked it with key and chain while those outside were battering furiously at it the soldiers with the butts of their muskets the sappers with their axes the assailants were grouped about that door the siege of the wine-shop was now beginning the soldiers we will observe were full of Wrath the death of the artillery sergeant had enraged them and then a still more melancholy circumstance during the few hours which had preceded the attack it had been reported among them that the insurgents were mutilating their prisoners and that there was a headless body of a soldier in the wine-shop this sort of fatal rumour is usually accompaniment of civil wars and it was a false report of this kind which later on produced the catastrophe of root rasmaussen when the door was barricaded Angela said to the others let us sell our lives dearly then he approached the table on which lay ma bufang Gavroche a beneath the black cloth to straight and rigid forms were visible one large and the other small and the two faces were vaguely outlined beneath the cold folds of the shroud a hand projected from beneath the winding sheet and hung near the floor it was that of the old man Angela bent down and kissed that venerable hand just as he had kissed his brow on the preceding evening these were the only two kisses which he had bestowed in the course of his life let us abridge the tale the barricade had fought like the gate of Thebes the wine-shop fought like a house of Saragossa these resistances are dogged no quarter no flag of truce possible men are willing to die provided their opponent will kill them when soshe says capitulate Palafox replies after the war with cannon the war with knives nothing was lacking in the capture by assault of the harsh rule at wine-shop neither paving stones raining from the windows and the roof on the by seizures and exasperating the soldiers by crushing them horribly nor shots fired the attic windows in the cellar nor the fury of the attack nor finally when the door yielded the frenzied madness of extermination the assailants rushing into the wine shop their feet entangled in the panel's of the door which had been beaten in and flung on the ground found not a single combatant there the spiral staircase hewn asunder with the ax lay in the middle of the taproom a few wounded men were just breathing their last everyone who was not killed on the first floor and from there through the hole in the ceiling which had formed the entrance of the stairs a terrific fire burst forth this was the last of their cartridges when they were exhausted when these formidable men on the point of death had no longer either powder a ball each grasped in his hands two of the bottles which Angela had reserved and of which Elia is spoken and held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs they were the bottle of aqua Fortis we relate these gloomy incidents of carnage as they occurred the besieged man alas converts everything into a weapon Greek fire did not disgrace Archimedes boiling pitch did not disgrace Bayard all war is a thing of terror and there is no choice in it the musketry of the besiegers though confined and embarrassed by being directed from below upwards was deadly the rim of the hole in the ceiling was speedily surrounded by heads of the slain when stripping long red and smoking streams the uproar was indescribable a close and burning smoke almost produced night over this combat words are lacking to express horror when it has reached this pitch there were no longer men in this conflict which was now infernal they are no longer giant smashed with the colossi it resembled milton and dante rather than homer demons attacked spectres resisted it was heroism become monstrous end of book 1 chapter 22

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  1. Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Audiobook | English | 2/8

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