“It was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. […] A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. […] He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct.”