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...BOOK NINE: 1812,ˇˇˇˇJean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety...., ,the degrees of sovereign honour are these. In the first place are concStorvsynperionan; founders of states, and commonwealths: such as were Romulus, Cyrus, Caesar, Ottoman, Ismael. In the second place are kgidttones, lawgivers; which are also called, second founders, or papead prindpes, because they govern by their ordinances, after they are gone: such were Lycurgus, .BOOK FOURTEENTH.--THE GRANDEURS OF DESPAIR;ˇˇˇˇHe spread it out on his bed.!with the biggest bull queer I can find. You'll think you got fucked by a train! And the library? Gone! Sealed off brick by brick! We'll have us a little book-barbecue in the yard! They'll see the flames for miles! We'll dance around it like wild Indians! Do you understand me? Are you catching my drift?...
(off Hadley's look) ,ˇˇˇˇThe events of the previous year: the burning of Moscow and the flight from it, the death of Prince Andrew, Natasha's despair, Petya's death, and the old countess' grief fell blow after blow on the old count's head. He seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of all these events, and bowed his old head in a spiritual sense as if expecting and inviting further blows which would finish him. He seemed now frightened and distraught and now unnaturally animated and enterprising.,ˇˇˇˇFriends and relations advised Nicholas to decline the inheritance. But he regarded such a refusal as a slur on his father's memory, which he held sacred, and therefore would not hear of refusing and accepted the inheritance together with the obligation to pay the debts.;...It was Hermione. ,? Leo Tolstoy;
ˇˇˇˇThe sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May,which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind. A brave little bird, probably a lover, was carolling in a distractedmanner in a large tree.,Italy. "I must use my freedom while I feel so much strength and youth in me," he said to himself. "Pierre was right when he said one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and now I do believe in it. Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy!" thought he.,ˇ°I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact - such prompt appearances! and I ask myselfˇwhy did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?ˇ± ...ˇˇˇˇ"What for?",Don't break the connection. ,ˇˇˇˇHe glanced at her to make sure that he might go on. Her irritability had suddenly quite vanished, and her anxious, imploring eyes were fixed on him with greedy expectation. "I can always arrange so as not to see her often," thought Boris. "The affair has been begun and must be finished!" He blushed hotly, raised his eyes to hers, and said:,TOMMY.
!ˇˇˇˇ"We ought to go, don't you think so?" said Nicholas. "Come to me with Uvarka."!ˇˇˇˇAfter the hussars had come to the village and Rostov had gone to see the princess, a certain confusion and dissension had arisen among the crowd. Some of the peasants said that these new arrivals were Russians and might take it amiss that the mistress was being detained. Dron was of this opinion, but as soon as he expressed it Karp and others attacked their ex-Elder..,,ˇˇˇˇIn the first place the marriage was not a brilliant one as regards birth, wealth, or rank. Secondly, Prince Andrew was no longer as young as he had been and his health was poor (the old man laid special stress on this), while she was very young. Thirdly, he had a son whom it would be a pity to entrust to a chit of a girl. "Fourthly and finally," the father said, looking ironically at his son, "I beg you to put it off for a year: go abroad, take a cure, look out as you wanted to for a German tutor for Prince Nicholas. Then if your love or passion or obstinacy- as you please- is still as great, marry! And that's my last word on it. Mind, the last..." concluded the prince, in a tone which showed that nothing would make him alter his decision....
... .ˇˇˇˇThe following calculation has been made, and the following proportion established:,ˇˇˇˇ"Pierre! Been back long?" someone shouted. Pierre raised his head. In a sleigh drawn by two gray trotting-horses that were bespattering the dashboard with snow, Anatole and his constant companion Makarin dashed past. Anatole was sitting upright in the classic pose of military dandies, the lower part of his face hidden by his beaver collar and his head slightly bent. His face was fresh and rosy, his white-plumed hat, tilted to one side, disclosed his curled and pomaded hair besprinkled with powdery snow.;good. Many good matters are undertaken with bad minds; I mean not only corrupt minds, but crafty minds, that intend not performance. Some embrace suits, which never mean to deal effectually in them; but if they see there may be life in the matter, by some other mean, they will be content to win a thank, or take a second reward, or at least to make use, in the mean time, of the suitor\'s hopes. ...!;
,ˇˇˇˇHence, no more Jacquerie..ˇˇˇˇ"What is your object?" he replied:,ˇˇˇˇ"I may have appeared strange and queer then," he thought, "but I was not so mad as I seemed. On the contrary I was then wiser and had more insight than at any other time, and understood all that is worth understanding in life, because... because I was happy.",ˇ°He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born. Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanageˇbut I vowed to find himˇI revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his nameˇTom Riddle.ˇˇ± .ˇˇˇˇLobau at one extremity, and Reille at the other, are drawn into the tide. In vain does Napoleon erect walls from what is left to him of his Guard; in vain does he expend in a last effort his last serviceable squadrons. Quiot retreats before Vivian, Kellermann before Vandeleur, Lobau before Bulow, Morand before Pirch, Domon and Subervic before Prince William of Prussia; Guyot, who led the Emperor's squadrons to the charge, falls beneath the feet of the English dragoons. Napoleon gallops past the line of fugitives, harangues, urges, threatens, entreats them.;ˇˇˇˇ  Here is the morn appearing.!
ˇˇˇˇDid he remain bowed? Had he been bent to breaking?,;A phantom. An apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the Rabbit.;ˇˇˇˇThe intrepid General Delort made the military salute to the English battery.,ˇˇˇˇ"Well, good-by, my dear fellow; remember that with all my heart I share your sorrow, and that for you I am not a Serene Highness, nor a prince, nor a commander in chief, but a father! If you want anything come straight to me. Good-by, my dear boy."!ˇˇˇˇdone "her marketing" well or ill; and she remained dejected, absorbed, attentive to but a single thought, her eyes vague and staring as when one gazes by night at a black and fathomless spot where an apparition has vanished., !
RED.ˇˇˇˇ"Then why are you leaving?";ˇˇˇˇIs it the eighteenth century?;ˇˇˇˇAll that day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil sufficiently rich or sufficiently extravagant to give it to her child. Eponine and Azelma had passed hours in contemplating it, and Cosette herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true.;,ˇˇˇˇHe who had in former days known all the roads to triumph, and who, from the summit of his chariot of lightning, pointed them out with a sovereign finger, had he now reached that state of sinister amazement when he could lead his tumultuous legions harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six with a supreme madness? Was that titanic charioteer of destiny no longer anything more than an immense dare-devil?,LastIndexNext...
ˇˇˇˇAs for objections, there were none. Five years' sojourn between these four walls and of disappearance had necessarily destroyed or dispersed the elements of fear. He could return tranquilly among men.. ,,ˇˇˇˇ"A little.";ˇˇˇˇ"Give it to him, then," said Anatole.,ˇˇˇˇBut he had only "caged" Azelma. As for Eponine, she was not at her post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her..FIRST EPILOGUE: 1813 - 20; ...
ˇˇˇˇNothing can reproduce the sombre and kindly melancholy of tone which accompanied these words., ...ˇˇˇˇThere was a rapid patter of bare feet, and an unseen hand opened the door into the huntsmen's room, from which came the clear sounds of a balalayka on which someone, who was evidently a master of the art, was playing. Natasha had been listening to those strains for some time and now went out into the passage to hear better.,ˇˇˇˇDuring their conversations in the Luxembourg, he gave her explanations of everything, drawing on what he had read, and also on what he had suffered. As she listened to him, Cosette's eyes wandered vaguely about.,ˇˇˇˇOn the thirteenth of June a rather small, thoroughbred Arab horse was brought to Napoleon. He mounted it and rode at a gallop to one of the bridges over the Niemen, deafened continually by incessant and rapturous acclamations which he evidently endured only because it was impossible to forbid the soldiers to express their love of him by such shouting, but the shouting which accompanied him everywhere disturbed him and distracted him from the military cares that had occupied him from the time he joined the army. He rode across one of the swaying pontoon bridges to the farther side, turned sharply to the left, and galloped in the direction of Kovno, preceded by enraptured, mounted chasseurs of the Guard who, breathless with delight, galloped ahead to clear a path for him through the troops. On reaching the broad river Viliya, he stopped near a regiment of Polish Uhlans stationed by the river..otherwise of great virtue; as if nature were rather busy not to err, than in labour ,ˇˇˇˇ"Come now!" said Gavroche, "why not?;
,Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again ...,? Leo Tolstoy,ˇˇˇˇIt was cold. The man did not appear to be thinking of that.;RED,ˇˇˇˇThere, at the angle of which we have spoken, it descended to such a degree that it consisted of merely a wall..
ˇˇˇˇ"Well, good night," said Natasha..ˇˇˇˇHaving found what she was looking for in the reticule she handed it to Natasha. It was a letter from Princess Mary.;...ˇˇˇˇGavroche expressed his admiration for this skill.,ˇˇˇˇ"Brevet!,ˇˇˇˇBut the princess, if she did not again thank him in words, thanked him with the whole expression of her face, radiant with gratitude and tenderness. She could not believe that there was nothing to thank him for. On the contrary, it seemed to her certain that had he not been there she would have perished at the hands of the mutineers and of the French, and that he had exposed himself to terrible and obvious danger to save her, and even more certain was it that he was a man of lofty and noble soul, able to understand her position and her sorrow. His kind, honest eyes, with the tears rising in them when she herself had begun to cry as she spoke of her loss, did leave her memory....ˇˇˇˇTikhon scratched his back with one hand and his head with the other, then suddenly his whole face expanded into a beaming, foolish grin, disclosing a gap where he had lost a tooth (that was why he was called Shcherbaty- the gap-toothed). Denisov smiled, and Petya burst into a peal of merry laughter in which Tikhon himself joined.;
ˇˇˇˇOne reckons without the good God.,ˇˇˇˇA French colonel of hussars, who had evidently just left his bed, came riding from the village on a handsome sleek gray horse, accompanied by two hussars. The officer, the soldiers, and their horses all looked smart and well kept..ˇˇˇˇThe Croesus is caught, or as good as caught! That's all settled already.,!,ˇˇˇˇPrincess Mary looked at her companion without understanding what she was talking about....ˇˇˇˇ*"When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password.... I am asking you if the colonel is here." ,!...
ˇˇˇˇ*"Royalty has its obligations." ,ˇˇˇˇ"Pardi!" cried the Thenardier, "it is yours.,ˇˇˇˇ"Yes.".ˇˇˇˇBlocks which were improvised like the rest and procured no one knows where. The beams which served as props were torn from the neighboring house-fronts and laid on the casks.,,,ˇˇˇˇ Three hundred paces further on, he arrived at a point where the street forked....
ˇˇˇˇWhen Balashev had ended, Napoleon again took out his snuffbox, sniffed at it, and stamped his foot twice on the floor as a signal. The door opened, a gentleman-in-waiting, bending respectfully, handed the Emperor his hat and gloves; another brought hima pocket handkerchief. Napoleon, without giving them a glance, turned to Balashev:;,ˇˇˇˇAll seriously thinking historians have involuntarily encountered this question. All the contradictions and obscurities of history and the false path historical science has followed are due solely to the lack of a solution of that question.,!ˇˇˇˇHowever, they no longer walked very fast.,,that? It's my life! Don't you understand it's my life?!
ˇˇˇˇ"I imagined all that. I am an old fool.".ˇˇˇˇAnd pulling his cap down over his eyes, he quitted the room.,!...Red is making something at his bench, sanding and planing....ˇˇˇˇ"I much regret her illness," said Prince Andrew; and he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously, and unpleasantly.!,104 EXT -- PRISON YARD BLEACHERS -- DUSK (1954) 104.
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ˇˇˇˇ"It is trees.";ˇˇˇˇ"No, there's not much to be amused at here," said Rostov, and rode on a little way. "What's the matter?" he asked.,ˇˇˇˇ"Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo and Waterloo.,ˇˇˇˇAll at once a heavily laden carrier's cart, which was passing along the boulevard, shook the frail bed, like a clap of thunder, and made it quiver from top to bottom.,ˇˇˇˇAnother pause ensued.,ˇˇˇˇ"I shall go out. That will put me in spirits.",ˇˇˇˇ*"From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step." !
ˇˇˇˇThe Thenardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the stewpan, with a wooden spoon, grumbling the while:--,ˇˇˇˇBut even admitting as correct all the cunningly devised arguments with which these histories are filled- admitting that nations are governed by some undefined force called an idea- history's essential question still remains unanswered, and to the former power of monarchs and to the influence of advisers and other people introduced by the universal historians, another, newer force- the idea- is added, the connection of which with the masses needs explanation. It is possible to understand that Napoleon had power and so events occurred; with some effort one may even conceive that Napoleon together with other influences was the cause of an event; but how a book, Le Contrat social, had the effect of making Frenchmen begin to drown one another cannot be understood without an explanation of the causal nexus of this new force with the event.,ˇˇˇˇIn the ruined wing, through windows garnished with bars of iron, the dismantled chambers of the main building of brick are visible; the English guards were in ambush in these rooms; the spiral of the staircase, cracked from the ground floor to the very roof, appears like the inside of a broken shell.,...Deformed persons are commonly even with nature: for as nature hath done ill by them, so do they by nature: being for the most part, (as die scripture saith) void of natural affection; and so they have their revenge of nature. Certainly there is a consent between the body and the mind; and where nature erreth in the one, she ventureth in the other. Ubipecattmiw.periditaturinaltem. But because there is in man an election touching the frame of his mind, and a necessity in the frame of his body, the stars of natural inclination are sometimes obscured by the sun of discipline, and virtue. .ˇˇˇˇShe came in to dinner with red eyes. Marya Dmitrievna, who knew how the prince had received the Rostovs, pretended not to notice how upset Natasha was and jested resolutely and loudly at table with the count and the other guests..
ˇˇˇˇAt this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. At that moment, she seemed to Marius even more to be feared than her husband..ˇˇˇˇ"The count's things? Bring them here," she said, pointing to the portmanteaus and not greeting anyone. "The young ladies'? There to the left. Now what are you dawdling for?" she cried to the maids. "Get the samovar ready!... You've grown plumper and prettier," she remarked, drawing Natasha (whose cheeks were glowing from the cold) to her by the hood. "Foo! You are cold! Now take off your things, quick!" she shouted to the count who was going to kiss her hand. "You're half frozen, I'm sure! Bring some rum for tea!... Bonjour, Sonya dear!" she added, turning to Sonya and indicating by this French greeting her slightly contemptuous though affectionate attitude toward her.;,,,ˇˇˇˇ"Thank God!" he exclaimed. "Yes, thank God!" he repeated, listening to Petya's rapturous account. "But, devil take you, I haven't slept because of you! Well, thank God. Now lie down. We can still get a nap before morning."...
ˇˇˇˇ"She'd tired herself out, she'd run it down three times by herself," said Nicholas, also not listening to anyone and regardless of whether he were heard or not..ˇˇˇˇYou see, you are my angel!,ˇˇˇˇThere is nothing like the hand of the populace for building everything that is built by demolishing.;ˇˇˇˇWhen the troops reached their night's halting place on the eighth of November, the last day of the Krasnoe battles, it was already growing dusk. All day it had been calm and frosty with occasional lightly falling snow and toward evening it began to clear. Through the falling snow a purple-black and starry sky showed itself and the frost grew keener.,ˇˇˇˇBalashev knew how to reply to each of Napoleon's remarks, and would have done so; he continually made the gesture of a man wishing to say something, but Napoleon always interrupted him. To the alleged insanity of the Swedes, Balashev wished to reply that when Russia is on her side Sweden is practically an island: but Napoleon gave an angry exclamation to drown his voice. Napoleon was in that state of irritability in which a man has to talk, talk, and talk, merely to convince himself that he is in the right. Balashev began to feel uncomfortable: as envoy he feared to demean his dignity and felt the necessity of replying; but, as a man, he shrank before the transport of groundless wrath that had evidently seized Napoleon. He knew that none of the words now uttered by Napoleon had any significance, and that Napoleon himself would be ashamed of them when he came to his senses. Balashev stood with downcast eyes, looking at the movements of Napoleon's stout legs and trying to avoid meeting his eyes.,ˇˇˇˇThen he seeks for the appropriate word as one seeks for a sword.,ˇˇˇˇ"Andrew lying? Is he ill?" asked Natasha, her frightened eyes fixed on her friend.!
,ˇˇˇˇ Four new travellers had arrived.,ˇˇˇˇ"Ah! hullo, that's so! they don't understand yet, they're too small.",ˇˇˇˇ"Something very important is happening between them," thought Pierre, and a feeling that was both joyful and painful agitated him and made him neglect the game.,ˇ°What?ˇ± she called back. ...ˇˇˇˇ"What if I were pretty!" she thought.,.BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN, ;ˇˇˇˇ"Sonya, is it well with thee?" he asked from time to time.!
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ˇˇˇˇBut Dolokhov restarted the conversation which had dropped and began putting direct questions as to how many men there were in the battalion, how many battalions, and how many prisoners. Asking about the Russian prisoners with that detachment, Dolokhov said:,ˇˇˇˇWhen shall we go to the forest, Charlot asked Charlotte.,ˇˇˇˇIt was unclean, despised, repulsive, and superb, ugly in the eyes of the bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker.,ˇˇˇˇThoughtful minds make but little use of the phrase:,ˇˇˇˇ"Well, that can't happen twice! Eh?" said Anatole, with a good-humored laugh. ...ˇˇˇˇTHE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS;ˇˇˇˇJust see, that child is costing us our very eyes."...
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ˇˇˇˇHe cast a glance on the bill, and could not restrain a start of surprise:--,ˇˇˇˇGardening had taken its departure, and nature had returned.!ˇˇˇˇIf, observing himself, man sees that his will is always directed by one and the same law (whether he observes the necessity of taking food, using his brain, or anything else) he cannot recognize this never-varying direction of his will otherwise than as a limitation of it. Were it not free it could not be limited. A man's will seems to him to be limited just because he is not conscious of it except as free.;ˇˇˇˇApart from consciousness of self no observation or application of reason is conceivable.,ˇˇˇˇThe prisoner paid no attention to what was going on around him. He seemed to be dreaming or praying.,LastIndexNext;
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ˇˇˇˇA hussar indeed!,ˇˇˇˇBalashev respectfully ventured to disagree with the French Emperor.,ˇˇˇˇTHE LAST SQUARE...ˇˇˇˇ"It's no joke, you know! It's all very well if you're single. 'One man though undone is but one,' as the proverb says, but with thirteen in your family and all the property... They've brought us to utter ruin! What sort of governors are they to do that? They ought to be hanged- the brigands!...",,,ˇˇˇˇBiographical historians and historians of separate nations understand this force as a power inherent in heroes and rulers. In their narration events occur solely by the will of a Napoleon, and Alexander, or in general of the persons they describe. The answers given by this kind of historian to the question of what force causes events to happen are satisfactory only as long as there is but one historian to each event. As soon as historians of different nationalities and tendencies begin to describe the same event, the replies they give immediately lose all meaning, for this force is understood by them all not only differently but often in quite contradictory ways. One historian says that an event was produced by Napoleon's power, another that it was produced by Alexander's, a third that it was due to the power of some other person. Besides this, historians of that kind contradict each other even in their statement as to the force on which the authority of some particular person was based. Thiers, a Bonapartist, says that Napoleon's power was based on his virtue and genius. Lanfrey, a Republican, says it was based on his trickery and deception of the people. So the historians of this class, by mutually destroying one another's positions, destroy the understanding of the force which produces events, and furnish no reply to history's essential question....
ˇˇˇˇAll of a sudden, at that very moment,--it was eight o'clock in the evening--the clouds on the horizon parted, and allowed the grand and sinister glow of the setting sun to pass through, athwart the elms on the Nivelles road. They had seen it rise at Austerlitz.,ˇˇˇˇThis conception is the one handle by means of which the material of history, as at present expounded, can be dealt with, and anyone who breaks that handle off, as Buckle did, without finding some other method of treating historical material, merely deprives himself of the one possible way of dealing with it. The necessity of the conception of power as an explanation of historical events is best demonstrated by the universal historians and historians of culture themselves, for they professedly reject that conception but inevitably have recourse to it at every step.;ˇˇˇˇTen thousand glances were fastened on this group; not a cry, not a word; the same tremor contracted every brow; all mouths held their breath as though they feared to add the slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men.;ˇˇˇˇWithout understanding her sensations, Cosette was conscious that she was seized upon by that black enormity of nature; it was no longer terror alone which was gaining possession of her; it was something more terrible even than terror; she shivered. There are no words to express the strangeness of that shiver which chilled her to the very bottom of her heart; her eye grew wild; she thought she felt that she should not be able to refrain from returning there at the same hour on the morrow....ˇˇˇˇ"Oysters, cheese, and ham," said Laigle.,may go in front upon a stately hedge, which is to enclose the garden. ;
ˇˇˇˇSomething enormous remained long empty through Napoleon's disappearance.,ˇˇˇˇShe slipped out while her husband was lavishing salutes and offering M. Leblanc a chair..ˇˇˇˇ"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.! ,,ˇˇˇˇWhy did it happen in this and not in some other way?,ˇˇˇˇAbsolute right cried: "I protest!" then, terrible to say, it retired into the darkness..ˇˇˇˇ"Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of `Jenie-Dieu,' your whole right shoulder bears a deep burn, because you one day laid your shoulder against the chafing-dish full of coals, in order to efface the three letters T. F. P., which are still visible, nevertheless; answer, is this true?",ˇˇˇˇ"If this patience comes out," he said to himself after shuffling the cards, holding them in his hand, and lifting his head, "if it comes out, it means... what does it mean?";...