friendly reminder that when combeferre was philosophizing about the dead, about the remorse of murder, about the necessity of it, joly was thinking of cats


“Combeferre, surrounded by students and artisans, was speaking of the dead, of Jean Prouvaire, of Bahorel, or Mabeuf, and even of Cabuc, and of Enjolras’ sad severity.

‘Our hearts quiver so, and human life is such a mystery that, even in the case of a civic murder, even in a murder for liberation, if there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the joy of having served the human race.’

Joly,�?perceiving�?a cat prowling on a gutter, extracted philosophy from it. ‘What is the cat?’ he exclaimed.”

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