the book: Still, this skeptic had a fanaticism. This fanaticism was not for an idea, nor a dogma, nor an art, nor a science; it was for a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.
the book: a skeptic adhering to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. What we lack attracts us.
the book: Grantaire, crawling with doubt, loved to see faith soaring in Enjolras. He needed Enjolras. Without understanding it clearly, and without trying to explain it to himself, that chaste, healthy, firm, direct, hard, honest nature charmed him.
the book: there are men who seem to be born to be the opposite, the reverse, the counterpart. They are Pollux, Patroclus, Nisus, Eudamias, Ephestion, Pechméja. They live only on condition of leaning on another; their names are sequels, only written preceded by the conjunction “and”; their existence is not their own; it is the other side of a destiny not their own. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the reverse of Enjolras.
the book: We might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the alphabet. In the series O and P are inseperable. You can, if you choose, pronounce O and P, or Orestes and Pylades.
the book: yet returning, [Grantaire] said of Enjolras, “What a fine statue!”
people, somehow: this is heterosexual, it’s not like… romantic or anything, grantaire was a straight man
we’re reading les mis in class and one girl was confused about grantaire’s obsession with enjolras and the teacher immediately was like NO it’s just to show enjolras is charismatic, it’s not like… romantic or anything. (also one time i overheard her talking with a student about javert and all i heard was her saying javert is basically asexual, but at that exact moment as it came out of her mouth we locked eyes& it was the funniest thing)
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