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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

chapter five his frontiers

Legamin loves the city. He

also loves solitude, since he has something of the

sage in him, urbus amateur

like fuscus urus amateur like

flaccus. To roam thoughtfully about,

that is to say, to lounge, is a fine employment of

time in the eyes of the philosopher,

particularly in that rather illegitimate species of

campaign which is tolerably ugly but

odd and composed of two natures

which surround certain great cities,

notably Paris. To study the

suburbs is to study the amphibious animal. End

of the trees, beginning of the roofs,

end of the grass, beginning of the pavements, end of the

furrows, beginning of the shops, end of the wheel

ruts, beginning of the passions, end of the

divine murmur, beginning of the human uproar.

Hence an extraordinary interest,

hence in these not very attractive places,

indelibly stamped by the passing stroller with the epithet

melancholy, the apparently objectless

promenades of the dreamer. He who

writes these lines has long been a prowler about the barriers of

Paris. And it is for him a source of profound

souvenirs, that close shaven

turf, pebbly

paths that chalk those

pools, those harsh monotonies of waste and fallow

lands, the plants of early market

garden suddenly springing into sight in a

bottom, that mixture of the savage and the

citizen, those vast desert nooks

where the garrison drums practice noisily and produce a sort of

lisping of battle. Those hermits by

day and cutthroats by night, that

clumsy mill which turns in the wind, the

hoisting wheels of the quarries, the tea gardens at the

corners of the cemeteries, the mysterious charm of

great somber walls, squarely

intersecting immense vague stretches of land

inundated with sunshine and full of butterflies.

All this attracted him.

Theres hardly anyone on earth whos not acquainted with those

singular spots. The glacier,

a cunette, the hideous wall of Grinnell,

all speckled with balls.

Montparnasse, the fossilhaubes,

albiers on the bank of the Marne, monsieur

the Tomme Issaur, the Pierre Platte des

Chatellion, where there is an old, exhausted

quarry which no longer serves any purpose

except to raise mushrooms, and which is

closed on a level with the ground by a trapdoor of rotten

planks. The campagna of Rome is

one idea, the Bernalou of Paris is

another. To behold nothing but

fields, houses or trees. And what a stretch of

country offers us is to remain. On the

surface. All aspects of

things are thoughts of God. The

spot where a plain affects its junction with a city

is always stamped with a certain piercing melancholy.

Nature and humanity both appeal to you at the same time.

There local originalities, there make

their appearance. Anyone

who, like ourselves, has wandered about in these

solitudes contiguous to our faubourgs,

which may be designated as the limbos of Paris

has seen here and there, in the most desert

spot, at the most unexpected moment,

behind the meager hedge or in the corner of a lugubrious

wall, children grouped

tumultuously

muddy, dusty, ragged, disheveled, playing hide and

seek and crowned with cornflowers.

All of them are little ones who've made their

escape from poor families. The outer

boulevard is their breathing space. The

suburbs belong to them. There they

are eternally playing truant.

There they innocently sing the repertory of

dirty songs. There they

are, or rather, there they

exist, far from every eye in

the sweet light of May or June, kneeling around

a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with their

thumbs, quarreling over half farthings,

irresponsible, volatile, free and happy. And

no sooner do they catch sight of you, then they

recollect that they have an industry and that they must

earn their living, and they offer to sell you an old

woolen stocking filled with cockchafers or a

bunch of lilacs. These

encounters with strange children are one of the charming

and at the same time, poignant graces of the environs of

Paris. Sometimes

there are little girls among the throng of boys.

Are they their sisters, who are almost young

maidens? Thin, feverish,

with sunburnt hands, covered with freckles, crowned

with poppies and ears of rye.

Gay, haggard,

barefooted, they can be seen devouring

cherries among the wheat. In the evening,

they can be heard laughing. These

groups, warmly illuminated by the full

glow of midday or indistinctly seen in

the twilight, occupy the thoughtful man for a

very long time, and these visions

mingle with his dreams.

Paris Center

Benyu Circumference this

constitutes all the earth to those children. They

never venture beyond this. They can no

more escape from the parisian atmosphere than fish can escape from the

water. For them, nothing exists two

leagues beyond the barriers. Ivory,

Gentilla, Archeol,

Belleville, Obviliers,

Limanata, Tracy, Leroux,

Billencourt, Mudon, Issy, Vanvir,

Severus, Puto, Neuilly,

Genevers, Columbus, Romanville,

Chateau, Asnirs, Bougerville, Nanterre

ing, noiseless, Nogent, Gournay,

Drancy, Gonesse.

The universe ends there.

Thank you for joining Byte at a time books today while

we wrote a bite of one of your favorite classics.

Again, my name is Brie Carlisle, and I hope you

come back tomorrow for the next bite of

Les Miserable.

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