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Victor Hugo: Photographic portrait, 1876Photographic portrait, 1876Étienne Carjat · Public domain

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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Life and writing

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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Agent-assisted editorial profile, updated 2026-10-05. A human reviewer is not recorded. Biographical context does not independently authenticate every quotation attributed to this person.

  • Project Gutenberg catalogue — Les Misérables ↗

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Quotations and sayings

04c. 1843 AD
There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is also a philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophy is called blindness. To set up a theory that lacks a source of truth is an excellent example of blind assurance. And the odd part of it is the haughty air of superiority and compassion assumed toward the philosophy that sees God, by this philosophy that has to grope its way. It makes one think of a mole exclaiming, "How I pity them with their sun!" There are, we know, illustrious and powerful atheists; with them, the matter is nothing but a question of definitions, and at all events, even if they do not believe in God, they prove God, because they are great minds. We hail, in them, the philosophers, while, at the same time, inexorably disputing their philosophy.
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09c. 1843 AD
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling. Every summit seems an exaggeration. Climbing wearies. The steepnesses take away one's breath; we slip on the slopes, we are hurt by the sharp points which are its beauty; the foaming torrents betray the precipices, clouds hide the mountain tops; mounting is full of terror, as well as a fall. Hence, there is more dismay than admiration. People have a strange feeling of aversion to anything grand. They see abysses, they do not see sublimity; they see the monster, they do not see the prodigy.
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10c. 1843 AD
Everyone has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging between the two leaves of a half-shut door. Who is there who has not said to a cat, “Do come in!” There are men who, when an incident stands half-open before them, have the same tendency to halt in indecision between two resolutions, at the risk of getting crushed through the abrupt closing of the adventure by fate. The over-prudent, cats as they are, and because they are cats, sometimes incur more danger than the audacious.
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12c. 1843 AD
A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband:–"The good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage."The porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty:"If he's rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go without. If he has no doctor he will die.""And if he has one?""He will die," said the porter.
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15c. 1843 AD
He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being." He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being." -Jean Valjean about Cossette-
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16c. 1843 AD
She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you."She tried to smile once more and expired.
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