Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? - Les Misérables
The sun can be so bright, but it's so far away and it does not care about human misery. Les Misérables, which was first published on 1 April 1862, wants to be closer to the earth and sensitive to the cry of France. One line of its famous sentence is, "Those who do not cry, do not see".
Victor Hugo wanted our eyes become wet and see with sensitive to around us. In general, he succeeded, at least among his readers in 200 years ago. It is said that the first publication of this novel in Brussels was delayed because the interpreter print sobbed when reading the manuscript.
The novelist did not want to be a great thinker. He did not want to stare at the universe and see the history merely as survey region. He did not want to be busy with the layout of the zodiac, so, he did not see the little boy in tears.
Not surprisingly if the novel --- which consists of five long parts --- crowded with small figures, rich in heart-wrenching scenes with repertoire of inexhaustible words. Paragraph by paragraph to move between the author's reflections and the role of dialogue; most of 'Les Miserables' is the agony. Fantine, a pregnant girl who was abandoned by her boyfriend and became a prostitute. Cosette, an stranded orphan ; Jean Valjean, a man who was sentenced to harsh for stealing a loaf of bread.
Not only that. This novel sometimes feels like a compound melodrama. But, actually Les Misérables is a political novel. Through its chapters, we gradually get into the background of Paris before Revolution of 1830. The people voice, especially the workers, increasingly loud in public, in wine shops, in meeting salons, everywhere.
The revolution's fever spreading in France. Pulse of revolution was throbbing hard everywhere. Like membrane created by the inflammation and forming a human body, a network of secret societies began to spread across the country.
In the network, in the half hidden back rooms, the workers vowed to immediately take to the streets at first the sign sounded. And barricades were set up. Apparatus of power was challenged. The shootings occurred. The blood spilled, the smoke filled the sidewalks. In the cracks, there were "mouths spitting the fire breath", "tremendous faces".
In a scene like that we see: politics is a mobilization of all its energy and its mind to convey its meaning, when people are struggling to change things for a better world. Political transforms a regular human, limited and fragmentary, to be the subject who are moving and driven by demands that exceed their limitations and self-interest.
At such times, political growth of demand and empathy: from "seeing" and "crying".
Crying, in terms of Hugo's style is an "ethical experience". I borrowed this word from Simon Crichtley in Infinitely Demanding: an experience when the ethical demand comes. and "I'm ready to tie myself to it." With this I am firmly committed -- not just to meet the normative creed -- because there's something nefarious is going on.
The demand is coming from myself, not governed. And not only that. If it is called as the result of reason or intellect, then the reason -- as demonstrated by Hegel and Marx -- is a social nature, derived from the process of sharpening each other, mutual love, mutual-parenting in history. It rests on a concrete and limited situation but to reach a universal value.
That is what is growing inside Jean Valjean: a profound ethical demand, since he was pardoned by the pastor whose furniture and silver stolen, his head was hit. He became an unconditionally helper, without wanting to be recognized.
How can that be? Well, maybe it's about conscience. But in brief word contains the story of humanity which has been fully described.
"To write about conscience," Hugo said, "Even if it's about a man solely, even if it's about the most blasphemed, we have to digest all the definitive and valuable epic tale".
The epic tale seems to remind us about the deep ethical demand which makes Jean Valjen be a good person. Revolution of 1830 is not only melee. Political is moved to reach a universal value. I think Critchley is true: ethics without politics is empty, politics without ethics is blind.
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Duh duh sorry, if it seems inconsequential in terms of putting objects. This is a photo and video which have nothing to do with your mind at all, but it's very inspiring for my mind.
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In this photo: Alain Soral was sitting in the pantry. He sat listless because he was being punished to get his favorite dinner.  Oh oh oh, everything in this world looks blue if your heart is blue, right?  |
Well, last night I had a dream. In my dream, I had a secret date with him. We've promised to forever we will always keep it a secret from everyone, until finally my pregnancy is not a secret anymore.
Geez, it turns out... he can impregnate me? Wow, that's very cool. I'm pregnant without orgasm? Orgasm without pregnant? How many times? 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! ... Olala, I can not remember how many times I have sex with him, but it is certainly not a beautiful sex story on the first date.
Well, what is actually happening in my dreams is, I have no sex drive anymore. Menopause has made me lose my appetite, my weight dropped dramatically as a result. And it turns out there is a link between weight and sex drive. Having a super slim skinny body and be a precise thinker are the sexy things for me for when I'm with him. Well, I do not mind if finally you know that what I really want from life is just to live happily and die with a super slim body. I do not like fatty foods, you know?
I fall in love with his books and his thoughts earlier than his sexual organs. And in my dreams, do you know what become of his sexual organs? Ahahhaa ...
... only his mouth, his eyes and his fists, ahahhaa ... Alain Soral does not have a very revolutionary penis, for example, ... mmm... about a civilized penis of a strong man which always lying uncivilized at the end of a love story, maybe? Ahahaa... (This is just my silly humor about your masculinity, my handsome bald man. You're so ... mwah! Go get your top position through the establishment of a dream party. That is a normal path in politics. Mwah! Mwah! Mmmmwahh...!)
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