He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone. (Vol. 5, Bk. 9, Ch. 6)
Written on Jean Valjean's tombstone. -Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
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Oh. My. Gosh.
I am so relieved to have finished this book.
I am a better person for having persevered.
But.
I do not recommend it.
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