How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
There’s poetry to be found in every single one of his sentences – each word and expression is like drinking a sip of the sweetest wine. This man is officially a French novelist from the romantic movement of the eighteen hundreds. But for me … he is a man who has existed everywhere, in every time.
Read his masterpiece “Les Misérables”.
You won’t regret it.
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Aftur S. Nerdrum