Hubert Hakk’s Reviews > Les Misérables > Status Update

"I wasn't born fit to be a Parisian."

[All dialects and slang are] a bizarre formation that goes deep down; a subterranean edifice, constructed by all the wretched, collectively.

Every outcast race has added it's stratum; every individual suffering has left it's stone; every heart has invested its pebble.

"You've the beard of a man, missus, but I have the claws of a woman!"

"The persistence of antiquated institutions in perpetuating themselves is like the stubbornness of stale scent clinging to your hair, the urgency of spoiled fish glamoring to be eaten, the oppression of childish garb expecting to clothe the adult, and the tenderness of corpses wanting to come back to kiss the living."