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line, one bite at a time.

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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les Miserable by Victor Hugo

chapter four forms assumed

by suffering during sleep

00 in the morning had just struck,

and he had been walking thus for 5 hours, almost

uninterruptedly, when he at length

allowed himself to drop into his chair.

There he fell asleep and had a dream.

This dream, like the majority of dreams,

bore no relation to the situation

except by, its painful and heartrending

character. But it made an impression on

him. This nightmare struck him so

forcibly that, he wrote it down later on.

It is one of the papers in his own handwriting, which he

has bequeathed to us. We think that

we have here reproduced the thing in strict accordance with the

text of whatever nature this dream may

be. The history of this night would be incomplete if we

were to omit it. It is the gloomy

adventure of an ailing soul. Here it

is. On the envelope we find this line

inscribed. The dream I had that

night. I was in a plain,

a vast, gloomy plain where there was no grass.

It did not seem to me to be daylight, nor yet

night. I was walking with my brother,

the brother of my childish years. The brother of

whom, I must say, I never think. And whom I

now hardly remember, were conversing.

And we met some passersby. we were talking of a neighbor of

ours in former days. Who had always worked with her

window open. From the time when she came to live on the street.

As we talked, we felt cold because of that open

window. There were no trees. In the plane,

we saw a man passing close to us. He

was entirely nude, of the hue of ashes.

And mounted on a horse which was earth color.

The man had no hair. We could see his

skull and the veins on it. In his hand he held

a switch. Which was as supple as a vine chute. And as heavy

as iron. This horseman passed and

said nothing to us. My brother said to

me, let us take to the hollow road.

There existed a hollow way. Wherein one saw neither a single

shrub. Nor a spear of moss. Everything was

dirt colored, even the sky.

After proceeding a few paces, I received no reply. When

I spoke, I perceived that my brother was no

longer with me. I entered a village, which I

espied. I reflected that it must be

Romainville. Why Romaineville?

The first street that I entered was deserted.

I entered a second street. Behind the angle

formed by the two streets. A man was standing

erect against the wall. I said to this man,

what country is this?

>> Brie Carlisle: Where am I?

>> Brie Carlisle: The man made no reply. I saw the door

of a house open, and I entered. The first

chamber was deserted. I entered the second.

Behind the door of this chamber, a man was standing erect against the

wall. I inquired of this man,

whose house is this?

>> Brie Carlisle: Where am I?

>> Brie Carlisle: The man replied, not the house had a

garden. I quitted the house and entered the

garden. The garden was deserted.

Behind the first tree, I found a man standing upright.

I said to this man, what garden is this?

>> Brie Carlisle: Where am I?

>> Brie Carlisle: The man did not answer. I strolled into the

village and perceived that it was a town. All the

streets were deserted. All the doors were open. Not

a single living being was passing in the streets, walking

through the chambers or strolling in the gardens. But,

behind each angle of the walls, behind each

door, behind each tree stood a silent man.

Only one was to be seen at a time. These

men watched me pass. I left the town and began

to ramble about the fields. After the lapse of some

time, I turned back and saw a great crowd coming up behind

me. I recognized all the men whom I had seen in that

town. They had strange heads.

They did not seem to be in a hurry, yet they walked faster than I

did. They made no noise as they walked.

In an instant, this crowd had overtaken and surrounded

me. The faces of these men were earthen in

hue. Then the first one, whom I had seen

and questioned on entering the town, said to me, whither

are you going? Do you not know that you have been dead this

long time? I opened my mouth to

reply, and I perceived that there was no one near me.

He woke. He was icy

cold. A wind, which was chill like the breeze

of dawn, was rattling the leaves of the window which had been left

open on their hinges. The fire was

out. The candle was nearing its

end. It was still black night.

He rose. He went to the window.

There were no stars in the sky even yet.

From his window, the yard of the house and the street were

visible. A sharp, harsh noise

which made him drop his eyes resounded from the earth

below him. He perceived two red stars whose

rays lengthened and shortened in a singular manner through the

darkness, as his thoughts were still

half immersed in the midst of sleep. Hold,

said he, there are no stars in the sky. They, are

on earth now. But this confusion

vanished. A second sound, similar to the

first, roused him thoroughly.

He looked and recognized the fact that these two

stars were the lanterns of a carriage. By

the light which they cast, he was able to distinguish the form of this

vehicle. It was a Tilbury harnessed to a small

white horse. The noise which he had heard

was the trampling of the horses hooves on the pavement.

What vehicle is this? He said to himself.

Who is coming here so early in the morning?

At that moment, there came a light tap on the door of his chamber.

he shuddered from head to foot and cried in a terrible

voice. Who is there?

>> Brie Carlisle: Someone said, im Monsieur le

Maire.

>> Brie Carlisle: He recognized the voice of the old woman who was his

portress. Well, he

replied. What is it, Monsieur

le Maire?

>> Brie Carlisle: It is just 05:00 in the morning.

>> Brie Carlisle: What is that to me?

>> Brie Carlisle: The cabriolet is here, Monsieur le Maire.

>> Brie Carlisle: What cabriolet?

>> Brie Carlisle: The Tilbury.

>> Brie Carlisle: What, Tilbury?

>> Brie Carlisle: Did not Monsieur le maire order a Tilbury?

>> Brie Carlisle: No, said he.

>> Brie Carlisle: The, Coachman says that he has come for Monsieur

le maire.

>> Brie Carlisle: What Coachman?

>> Brie Carlisle: Monsieur Chauffeur's coachman.

>> Brie Carlisle: Monsieur Chauffeur? The name sent

a Shudder over him, as though a flash of lightning had

passed in front of his face. Ah, yes, he

resumed. Monsieur CHauvelin,

if the old woman could have seen him at that moment, she would have been

frightened. A tolerably long silence

ensued. He examined the flame of the candle

with a stupid air, and from around the Wick he took some of

the burning wAx, which he rolled between his

fingers. The old woman waited for

him. She even ventured to uplift her voice once

more.

>> Brie Carlisle: What am I to say, monsieur le Maire?

>> Brie Carlisle: Say that it is well and that I am coming

down. Thank you for joining bite at a

time books today.

>> Brie Carlisle: while we read a bite of.

>> Brie Carlisle: One of your favorite classics. Again, my name

is BRie Carlisle, and.

>> Brie Carlisle: I hope you come back tomorrow,

>> Brie Carlisle: For the next bite of le

miserable.

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>> Speaker A: line by line, one bite at a time.