Still can’t get over Marius deciding to go on a rant about how great and fantastic Napoleon was in front of a group of Republicans. Really just… Choices were made. Certainly not good ones, but choices.

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Still can’t get over Marius deciding to go on a rant about how great and fantastic Napoleon was in front of a group of Republicans. Really just… Choices were made. Certainly not good ones, but choices.
Marius, trying to be a good son-in-law: Wow, I love that gold, T-shaped pendant you’re wearing! Where’d you get it?
Valjean: It’s a cross.
Marius: ᴬᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ?
beau: did you kill that guy
marius: I-I grievously wounded him
I’m writing, and the words I wrote made me cackle out loud.
has anyone discussed how that one marius line in abc cafe “struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight” is dangerously veering between a good metaphor and a very thinly veiled innuendo
BrickClub: 4.13.1 From the Rue Plumet to the Quartier Saint-Denis
“Marius willed with the will of a man who no longer hopes.”
He followed the voice but soon lost track of the owner of said voice. But Marius saw no more reason to life, now that Cosette had vanished and fate had presented him an opportunity to die. He found his way even without Eponine guiding him.
His walk through the city revealed all those little details, Hugo told us about earlier. How a city like Paris would not stand still, how life would go on as if nothing happened in one part of it while another part sank into war. With every step he took, Marius moved away from the lively parts, from the happy women eating pastries and gossiping, from closed shops but burning streetlights and chatting owners of said shops. He went on until there were no longer candles in windows, until the good chatty bourgeois became agitated crowds of workers. Then there were no more workers. “There, the crowd ended and the army began.” Marius managed to pass the troops, it was now entirely dark. He had to use house walls as a guiding line to find his way. A musket shot that passed him by was the only sign of life. That – and the two horses that Bossuet had freed in the morning. Can someone please explain to me, how we manage to lose an entire family, later two little children, but rediscover two horses? O.o
Anyway, the way became darker and more dangerous, but Marius went on.
This whole chapter is such a mood. I am not sure if it is also a symbolization of Marius’s feelings, leaving the world of happiness and colorful joy he had with Cosette behind him to walk into the dark of his own desperation or if that is me reading too much into it.
A fierce anger, the very anger I fight now, welled up in me, and it made me weak, as I've already told you. I couldn't do what I had to do--bring her back to me. And sometimes my loneliness pushed me to take three and four victims in a night, until I was spilling blood I couldn't drink. --Blood and Gold, p. 74
You ever get into a fight with your wife and walk out and get so mad at your own life choices that you go on an absolute raging bender instead of just going to her and apologizing?
““Lestat also loves [the color red] which annoys me mightily but I endure it.”
“and so you love him as well?” Thorne said
Marius said nothing.”