“ He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. Victor Hugo
“ There was no justice in rebellion. This Javert had come to believe after seeing Marseille fall headfirst into the abyss of the revolution. Kelsey Brickl
“ Youth is as easily wasted as a fine wine consumed by a drunken man. There is no poetry in aging, and Javert lived out the process in its most hideous iteration. Kelsey Brickl
“ Sometimes a revolution turns into an actual government, or at the very least an actual way of life that contrasts with days past like blood on snow. Such was the case in France, where even as the guil… Kelsey Brickl
“ Praying to the Almighty, Javert?” called a voice, and Javert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Javert tipped his head and said to the others,"If I was, it would be awfully r… Kelsey Brickl
“ One can say that Javert is our conscience. The ever lurking presence of the law and our own condemnation. The tension between who we were and who we are and who we can be. Javert represents that inesc… Cristiane Serruya
