“Of Fantine I say nothing. She is a dreamer, a sensitive soul, a wraith shaped like a nymph with the downcast eyes of a nun who has drifted into the life of a grisette but takes refuge in illusion. She sings and prays, looks heavenward without much knowing what she sees or does, strays in a garden where there are more birds than exist in life.”
— Mar 21, 2024 04:02AM
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