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It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; rapin is the masculine of rapine. So much for myself; as for the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities. Every good quality tends towards a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous man is next door to the prodigal, the brave man rubs elbows with the braggart; he who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes’ cloak.

– Grantaire, Book IV

I want a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention of I know not whom. It lasts no time at all, and is worth nothing. One breaks one’s neck in living. Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique reliquary painted on one side only. Ecclesiastes says: ‘All is vanity.’ I agree with that good man, who never existed, perhaps. Zero not wishing to go stark naked, clothed himself in vanity. O vanity! The patching up of everything with big words! a kitchen is a laboratory, a dancer is a professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary is a chemist, a wigmaker is an artist, a hodman is an architect, a jockey is a sportsman, a wood-louse is a pterigybranche. Vanity has a right and a wrong side; the right side is stupid, it is the negro with his glass beads; the wrong side is foolish, it is the philosopher with his rags. I weep over the one and I laugh over the other.

– Grantaire, Book IV

Moreover, I am sad. What do you wish me to say to you? Man is evil, man is deformed; the butterfly is a success, man is a failure. God made a mistake with that animal. A crowd offers a choice of ugliness. The first comer is a wretch, Femme—woman—rhymes with infâme,—infamous. Yes, I have the spleen, complicated with melancholy, with homesickness, plus hypochondria, and I am vexed and I rage, and I yawn, and I am bored, and I am tired to death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil!

– Grantaire, Book IV

Скажем мимоходом, что ненависть к роскоши – ненависть неразумная. Она влечет за собой ненависть к искусству. Однако у служителей церкви, если не говорить о торжественных службах и обрядах, роскошь является пороком. Она как бы изобличает привычки, говорящие о недостатке истинного милосердия. Богатый священник-это нелепо, место священника – подле бедняков. Но можно ли постоянно, днем и ночью, соприкасаться со всякими невзгодами, со всякими лишениями и нищетой, не приняв на себя какой-то доли всех этих бедствий, не запачкавшись, если можно так выразиться, этой трудовой пылью? Можно ли представить себе человека, который, находясь у пылающего костра, не ощущал бы его жара? Можно ли представить себе постоянно работающего у раскаленной печи человека, у которого не было бы ни одного опаленного волоса, ни одного почерневшего ногтя, ни капли пота, ни пятнышка сажи на лице? Первое доказательство милосердия священника, а епископа в особенности, – это его бедность. По-видимому, именно так думал и епископ Диньский.