Fuck Yeah! Notre Dame de Paris

Fuck Yeah! Notre Dame de Paris

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asheswefalldown: At sixteen I wanted to choose a profession. I tried everything. I become a solider, but I wasn’t brave enough. I became a monk, but I wasn’t holy enough; besides, I wasn’t a hardy drinker. In despair, I became an apprentice in the carpenter’s guild; but for that I wasn’t strong enough. I had wanted most to be a schoolmaster. True, I didn’t know how to read, but that’s no obstacle. I perceived, at the end of a certain time, that I was, for one reason or another, fit for nothing. So I decided to become a poet and rhymester. It’s a profession one can always make up, if one’s a vagabond; and it’s better than stealing.  Pierre Gringoire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame made by asheswefalldown

asheswefalldown:

At sixteen I wanted to choose a profession. I tried everything. I become a solider, but I wasn’t brave enough. I became a monk, but I wasn’t holy enough; besides, I wasn’t a hardy drinker. In despair, I became an apprentice in the carpenter’s guild; but for that I wasn’t strong enough. I had wanted most to be a schoolmaster. True, I didn’t know how to read, but that’s no obstacle. I perceived, at the end of a certain time, that I was, for one reason or another, fit for nothing. So I decided to become a poet and rhymester. It’s a profession one can always make up, if one’s a vagabond; and it’s better than stealing. 

Pierre Gringoire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame

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The priest dragged himself towards her on his knees.

‘I beseech you,’ he cried, ‘if you have any heart, do not repulse me! Oh! I love you! I am a wretch! When you utter that name, unhappy girl, it is as though you crushed all the fibers of my heart between your teeth. Mercy! If you come from hell I will go thither with you. I have done everything to that end. The hell where you are, shall be paradise; the sight of you is more charming than that of God! Oh! speak! you will have none of me? I should have thought the mountains would be shaken in their foundations on the day when a woman would repulse such a love. Oh! if you only would! Oh! how happy we might be. We would flee—I would help you to flee,—we would go somewhere, we would seek that spot on earth, where the sun is brightest, the sky the bluest, where the trees are most luxuriant. We would love each other, we would pour our two souls into each other, and we would have a thirst for ourselves which we would quench in common and incessantly at that fountain of inexhaustible love.’

She interrupted with a terrible and thrilling laugh.

‘Look, father, you have blood on your fingers!’

The priest remained for several moments as though petrified, with his eyes fixed upon his hand.

from Notre Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo (via melusines)

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