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Victor Hugo

Life dates: 1802 AD — 1885 AD

Hugo places a defence of beauty beside the loss of Jean Valjean’s name in prison. Read the bishop’s reply and the narrator’s account in their separate scenes of usefulness and human dignity.

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The catalogue identifies Victor Hugo with lifetime years 1802–1885 and names Isabel Florence Hapgood as translator of this English Les Misérables. Judith Boss and David Widger receive digital credits. The selected passages come from the opening volume, Fantine, and concern different figures. The catalogue HTML ISBN belongs to the electronic edition. The linked reading does not establish an original print publisher or independently authenticate every archive attribution to Hugo.

When Madame Magloire proposes replacing flowers with useful vegetables, the bishop replies that the beautiful is useful too. That remark belongs to a conversation about his garden. The account of Jean Valjean’s arrival at Toulon, by contrast, is narrated: imprisonment replaces his name with a number after his separation from his family. The scenes connect dignity with both everyday choices and institutions. Neither should be treated as a direct autobiographical statement by Hugo or a universal description of prison procedure. The two selected extracts match the checked English text.

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Read the garden exchange through the bishop’s reply, then the account of Valjean’s separation and imprisonment. Notice the different voices: a character defending flowers and a narrator describing the effacement of a person’s name.

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08c. 1843 AD
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime, and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the sky for a background, enough to enable him to adore God in his most beautiful as well as in his most sublime works? Indeed, is not that all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect upon. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate upon: a few flowers on the earth, and all the stars in the sky.
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14c. 1843 AD
That figure stood for a long time wholly in the light; this arose from a certain legendary dimness evolved by the majority of heroes, and which always veils the truth for a longer or shorter time; but to-day history and daylight have arrived.That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people had hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different phantoms, and the one attacks the other and executes justice on it, and the shadows of the despot contend with the brilliancy of the leader. Hence arises a truer measure in the definitive judgments of nations. Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Caesar, Jerusalem murdered lessens Titus, tyranny follows the tyrant. It is a misfortune for a man to leave behind him the night which bears his form.
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15c. 1843 AD
Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool,--all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!
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22c. 1843 AD
The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He enters God's theater free; he sees the sky, space, the stars, the flowers, the children, the humanity in which he suffers, the creation in which he shines. He looks at humanity so much that he sees the soul, he looks at creation so much that he sees God. He dreams, he feels that he is great; he dreams some more, and he feels that he is tender. From the egotism of the suffering man, he passes to the compassion of the contemplating man. A wonderful feeling springs up within him, forgetfulness of self, and pity for all. In thinking of the countless enjoyments nature offers, gives, and gives lavishly to open souls and refuses to closed souls, he, a millionaire of intelligence, comes to grieve for the millionaires of money. All hatred leaves his heart as all light enters his mind. And is he unhappy? No. The poverty of a young man is never miserable.
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