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Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses。
〃Bouddha and the Dragon；〃 struck in M。 Mabeuf in a low voice。 〃Yes； it is true that there was a dragon； which； from the depths of its cave； spouted flame through his maw and set the heavens on fire。 Many stars had already been consumed by this monster； which； besides； had the claws of a tiger。
Bouddha went into its den and succeeded in converting the dragon。
That is a good book that you are reading； Mother Plutarque。
There is no more beautiful legend in existence。〃
And M。 Mabeuf fell into a delicious revery。
BOOK FIFTH。THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE
CHAPTER V
POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY
Marius liked this candid old man who saw himself gradually falling into the clutches of indigence； and who came to feel astonishment； little by little； without； however； being made melancholy by it。 Marius met Courfeyrac and sought out M。 Mabeuf。
Very rarely； however； twice a month at most。
Marius' pleasure consisted in taking long walks alone on the outer boulevards； or in the Champs…de…Mars； or in the least frequented alleys of the Luxembourg。
He often spent half a day in gazing at a market garden； the beds of lettuce； the chickens on the dung…heap； the horse turning the water…wheel。 The passers…by stared at him in surprise； and some of them thought his attire suspicious and his mien sinister。 He was only a poor young man dreaming in an objectless way。
It was during one of his strolls that he had hit upon the Gorbeau house； and； tempted by its isolation and its cheapness； had taken up his abode there。
He was known there only under the name of M。 Marius。
Some of his father's old generals or old rades had invited him to go and see them； when they learned about him。
Marius had not refused their invitations。
They afforded opportunities of talking about his father。
Thus he went from time to time； to te Pajol； to General Bellavesne； to General Fririon； to the Invalides。 There was music and dancing there。
On such evenings； Marius put on his new coat。
But he never went to these evening parties or balls except on days when it was freezing cold； because he could not afford a carriage； and he did not wish to arrive with boots otherwise than like mirrors。
He said sometimes； but without bitterness：
〃Men are so made that in a drawing…room you may be soiled everywhere except on your shoes。 In order to insure a good reception there； only one irreproachable thing is asked of you； your conscience？
No； your boots。〃
All passions except those of the heart are dissipated by revery。 Marius' political fevers vanished thus。
The Revolution of 1830 assisted in the process； by satisfying and calming him。 He remained the same； setting aside his fits of wrath。 He still held the same opinions。
Only； they had been tempered。 To speak accurately； he had no longer any opinions； he had sympathies。 To what party did he belong？
To the party of humanity。
Out of humanity he chose France； out of the Nation he chose the people； out of the people he chose the woman。
It was to that point above all； that his pity was directed。
Now he preferred an idea to a deed； a poet to a hero； and he admired a book like Job more than an event like Marengo。
And then； when； after a day spent in meditation； he returned in the evening through the boulevards； and caught a glimpse through the branches of the trees of the fathomless space beyond； the nameless gleams； the abyss； the shadow； the mystery； all that which is only human seemed very pretty indeed to him。
He thought that he had； and he really had； in fact； arrived at the truth of life and of human philosophy； and he had ended by gazing at nothing but heaven； the only thing which Truth can perceive from the bottom of her well。
This did not prevent him from multiplying his plans； his binations； his scaffoldings； his projects for the future。
In this state of revery； an eye which could have cast a glance into Marius' interior would have been dazzled with the purity of that soul。 In fact； had it been given to our eyes of the flesh to gaze into the consciences of others； we should be able to judge a man much more surely according to what he dreams； than according to what he thinks。
There is will in thought； there is none in dreams。 Revery； which is utterly spontaneous； takes and keeps； even in the gigantic and the ideal； the form of our spirit。
Nothing proceeds more directly and more sincerely from the very depth of our soul； than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards the splendors of destiny。
In these aspirations； much more than in deliberate； rational coordinated ideas； is the real character of a man to be found。
Our chimeras are the things which the most resemble us。 Each one of us dreams of the unknown and the impossible in accordance with his nature。
Towards the middle of this year 1831； the old woman who waited on Marius told him that his neighbors； the wretched Jondrette family； had been turned out of doors。
Marius； who passed nearly the whole of his days out of the house； hardly knew that he had any neighbors。
〃Why are they turned out？〃 he asked。
〃Because they do not pay their rent； they owe for two quarters。〃
〃How much is it？〃
〃Twenty francs；〃 said the old woman。
Marius had thirty francs saved up in a drawer。
〃Here；〃 he said to the old woman； 〃take these twenty…five francs。 Pay for the poor people and give them five francs； and do not tell them that it was I。〃
BOOK FIFTH。THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE
CHAPTER VI
THE SUBSTITUTE
It chanced that the regiment to which Lieutenant Theodule belonged came to perform garrison duty in Paris。
This inspired Aunt Gillenormand with a second idea。
She had； on the first occasion； hit upon the plan of having Marius spied upon by Theodule； now she plotted to have Theodule take Marius' place。
At all events and in case the grandfather should feel the vague need of a young face in the house；these rays of dawn are sometimes sweet to ruin；it was expedient to find another Marius。
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