The Man Who Laughs. A Romance of English History. Виктор Мари Гюго

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      The hour, the strokes of which he had just counted, had been another blow. Nothing is so freezing in certain situations as the voice of the hour. It is a declaration of indifference. It is Eternity saying, “What does it matter to me?”

      He stopped, and it is not certain that, in that miserable minute, he did not ask himself whether it would not be easier to lie down there and die. However, the little infant leaned her head against his shoulder, and fell asleep again.

      This blind confidence set him onwards again. He whom all supports were failing felt that he was himself a basis of support. Irresistible summons of duty!

      Neither such ideas nor such a situation belonged to his age. It is probable that he did not understand them. It was a matter of instinct. He did what he chanced to do.

      He set out again in the direction of Johnstone Row. But now he no longer walked; he dragged himself along. He left St. Mary’s Street to the left, made zigzags through lanes, and at the end of a winding passage found himself in a rather wide open space. It was a piece of waste land not built upon-probably the spot where Chesterfield Place now stands. The houses ended there. He perceived the sea to the right, and scarcely anything more of the town to his left.

      What was to become of him? Here was the country again. To the east great inclined planes of snow marked out the wide slopes of Radipole. Should he continue this journey? Should he advance and re-enter the solitudes? Should he return and re-enter the streets? What was he to do between those two silences-the mute plain and the deaf city? Which of the two refusals should he choose?

      There is the anchor of mercy. There is also the look of piteousness. It was that look which the poor little despairing wanderer threw around him.

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      Примечания

      1

      As much as to say, the other daughters are provided for as best may be. (Note by Ursus on the margin of the wall.)

      2

      Una nube salida del malo lado del diablo.

      3

      Tiller of the mountain, who is that man? – A man.

      What tongue does he speak? – All.

      What things does he know? – All.

      What is his country? – None and all.

      Who is his God? – God.

      What do you call him? – The madman.

      What do you say you call him? – The wise man.

      In your band, what is he? – He is what he is.

      The chief? – No.

      Then what is he? – The soul.

      4

      Traitors.

      5

      The above is a very inefficient and rather absurd translation of the French. It turns upon the fact that in the French language the word for darkness is plural-ténèbres. – TRANSLATOR.

      6

      Transcriber’s note: The original text refers to “vitres épaisses”, thick panes, without specific dimensions. Glass only a millimetre thick would have been rather flimsy.

      7

      Gaufrier, the iron with which a pattern is traced on stuff.

      8

      Art thou near me?

      9

      Côtes, coasts, costa, ribs.

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Примечания

1

As much as to say, the other daughters are provided for as best may be. (Note by Ursus on the margin of the wall.)

2

Una nube salida del malo lado del diablo.

3

Tiller of the mountain, who is that man? – A man.

What tongue does he speak? – All.

What things does he know? – All.

What is his country? – None and all.

Who is his God? – God.

What do you call him? – The madman.

What do you say you call him? – The wise man.

In your band, what is he? – He is what he is.

The chief? – No.

Then what is he? – The soul.

4

Traitors.

5

The above is a very inefficient and rather absurd translation of the French. It turns upon the fact that in the French language the word for darkness is plural-ténèbres. – TRANSLATOR.

6

Transcriber’s note: The original text refers to “vitres épaisses”, thick panes, without specific dimensions. Glass only a millimetre thick would have been rather flimsy.

7

Gaufrier, the iron with which a pattern is traced on stuff.

8

Art thou near me?

9

Côtes, coasts, costa, ribs.

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