It seems that in our day there is sometimes found a powder-horn with bullets, sometimes an old pack of cards greasy and worn, which has evidently served the devil. Tryphon does not record these two finds, since Tryphon lived in the twelfth century, and since the devil does not appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon’s time, and cards before the time of Charles VI.

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables

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.

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables

And do what he would, he always fell back upon the heartrending dilemma which lay at the foundation of his revery: “Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables

‘The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd’, Ignoto #poetry

‘The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd’, Ignoto #poetry

‘Hynd Horn’ #poetry

‘Hynd Horn’ #poetry

Then she burst into a laugh, and spit in his face.

M. Madeleine wiped his face, and said:—

“Inspector Javert, set this woman at liberty.”

Javert felt that he was on the verge of going mad.

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables

I think Victor Hugo was just really confused by names tbh

Fantine was one of those beings who blossom, so to speak, from the dregs of the people.

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables

For facts are stubborn; they do not disappear when historians or sociologists refuse to learn from them, though they may when everybody has forgotten them.

Hannah Arendt’s On Revolution

Monseigneur, Monseigneur!” she exclaimed, “does your Grace know where the basket of silver is?”

“Yes,” replied the Bishop.

“Jesus the Lord be blessed!” she resumed; “I did not know what had become of it.”

The Bishop had just picked up the basket in a flower-bed. He presented it to Madame Magloire.
“Here it is.”

“Well!” said she. “Nothing in it! And the silver?”

“Ah,” returned the Bishop, “so it is the silver which troubles you? I don’t know where it is.

Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables