Popping back to 3.1.1 and already getting a kick out of this:
He has no shirt on his back, no shoes on his feet, no roof over his head. He is like the flies in the air that have none of all that.
He has no clothes or home much like a fly, as flies also have no clothes or home. Top tier analogy skills.
3.1.2
‘You rascal, you just pinched my wife!’ ‘Search me, monsieur! I haven’t got her!’
LOL excellent work 👏
3.1.3
The more they're described, gamin sound like a bunch of little Peter Pans. So... kind of like fae, I guess. Tricky but humored, can pull through anything with nothing, just whimsical from head to toe no matter the circumstances.
3.1.5
Sometimes among these gangs of boys there are little girls
Yeah I was wondering about that. Was starting to think all kids were being referred to using a general "he", but I guess he is going to mention girls separately.
3.1.6
"Everywhere else a vagabond child becomes a doomed man, but Paris kids are built different, okay. Kids in Paris that are vagabonds always grow up fine because being in Paris is healing. Trust."
Yeah okay sure that sounds legit
Besides, the monarchy sometimes had need of children, and then it would ‘clean up’ the streets. Under Louis XIV, to go no further back, the king rightly wanted to create a fleet. A good idea. But let us consider how. . . . Galley ships were then to the navy what steamers are today. So galleys were necessary. But the galley moves only by virtue of the galley slave. So galley slaves were necessary. Colbert required the provincial commissioners and local parliaments to sentence to the galleys as many convicts as possible. The magistracy was very obliging in this matter. If a man kept his hat on when a procession went by – Huguenot behaviour – he was sent to the galleys. If you came across a child in the street – as long as he was fifteen years old and with nowhere to lay his head at night – you sent him to the galleys. Glorious reign, glorious century. Under Louis XV children disappeared in Paris. The police abducted them, who knows for what mysterious purpose. . . . It sometimes happened that the police, being short of children, took those who had fathers. These desperate fathers attacked the police. In such cases parliament intervened and they were hanged. Who? The police? No, the fathers.
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Well dang. Not surprised, but well dang all the same.
3.1.7
Very different treatment of the guillotine here than it was back in 1.1, where it was described like a blood hungry monster vs silly nicknames given by children eager to watch people get decapitated.
3.1.10
The gamin embodies Paris and Paris embodies the world. For Paris is a summation. Paris is the greatest achievement of the human race. This whole marvellous city is a compendium of ways of life past and present. Anyone who sees Paris fancies that he is seeing what underlies all of history, with the heavens and constellations in between.
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I am drowning in footnotes 💀 help me
3.1.13
Eight or nine years after the events related in Part Two of this story
Oops
I have not read that yet
Hopefully that's not too important
This child was well turned out in a pair of men’s trousers, but he had not got them from his father, and a woman’s jacket, but he had not got it from his mother. Somebody or other had clothed him in cast-offs, out of charity. Yet he did have a father and a mother. But his father gave no thought to him and his mother did not love him. He was one of those children, most deserving of all of pity, who have both father and mother and who are orphans.
Oh okay, back to sad hours
and arrive where? At that very same double number, 50–52, already known to the reader: at the Gorbeau tenement.
Uhhhhhhh yeah so I think I haven't gotten to that part yet? Don't mind me doing this in an absurd order (Hugo is rolling in his grave)
The ‘principal tenant’ of Jean Valjean’s day
Of whose day?? Am I supposed to know this name. He said it like I should know it
This latest old woman was called Madame Burgon, and there was nothing remarkable in her life except a dynasty of three parrots that successively ruled her heart.
That's incredibly remarkable actually, thank you for mentioning it.
This child lived in this absence of affection like those etiolated plants that grow in cellars. It was not something he minded, and he did not hold it against anybody. He did not actually know how a father and mother should be.
Deep deep sad sigh
The room the Jondrettes inhabited in the Gorbeau tenement was the one at the end of the corridor. The cell next door was occupied by a very poor young man called Monsieur Marius. Let us explain who this Monsieur Marius was.
Oh hey I know that guy HAHA very funny to only be reading that now














