Gavroche was a whirlwind. They saw him incessantly, they heard him constantly. He filled the air, being everywhere at once. He vexed the loungers, he excited the idle, he reanimated the weary, provoked the thoughtful, kept some in cheerfulness, others in breath, others in anger, all in motion! Piqued a student, was biting to a working man ; took position, stopped, started on, flitted above the tumolt and the effort, leaped from these to those, murmured, hummed, and stirred up the whole train; the fly on the revolutionary coach! –Les Misérables