Chapter 179 Second Lamentation for Brondo, composed by Bossuet

One afternoon—as we will soon learn, it was the day when some of the events we have been talking about happened—Reiger de Mol was leaning thoughtfully on the door frame of the Café Meuchan, as if the A human-shaped stone pillar beside the door looked bored, and there was nothing in his mind except messy reverie.He stared at Place Michel.Leaning your back against something beside you is a way of sleeping upright, and it's a way of thinking that people who use their brains are happy to adopt.Reiger de Moe was thinking about his own business at the time, thinking nonchalantly about a little misfortune that happened to him the day before yesterday at law school, which disrupted all the plans of his life. It was not so clear.

The dream does not prevent a carriage from passing by, and the dreamer sees the carriage.Reiger de Mo's eyes were wandering aimlessly, but in this dream, he suddenly saw a two-wheeled carriage walking slowly in the square, as if it didn't know where it was going.Who is the carriage mad at?Why is it walking slowly?Raigle looked at it carefully.I saw a young man sitting next to the coachman, and in front of the young man was a big travel bag.Sewn to the bag was a piece of stiff paper, on which was written in large black letters: Marius Pontmercy. The name changed Reigle's posture.He straightened up, and shouted to the young man in the carriage:

"Monsieur Marius Pontmerche!" After his shout, the carriage stopped. The young man, who seemed to be preoccupied with something, raised his eyes and said: "Ok?" "Are you M. Marius Pontmercy?" "good." "I was looking for you," continued Reigle de Mo. "Is that so?" asked Marius, for he was coming out of his grandfather's house when he met this stranger. "I don't know you." "Me too, I don't know you at all," Reigle replied. Marius thought he had met some kind of joker, and it was broad daylight.He was in a bad mood at the time, so he frowned.Reiger ignored this and went on:

"You didn't go to school the day before yesterday?" "Probably not." "Definitely not." "Are you a student?" asked Marius. "Yes, sir, the same as you. I happened to go to the school the day before yesterday. You know, people sometimes think about these things. The professor was on the spot. You can't help but know that these professors are It's ridiculous. If you don't answer three times in a row, your enrollment will be cancelled. Sixty francs will be thrown in the river." Marius began to listen attentively.Reiger continued:

"Brondo was called. You know Blondo. He has a sharp and deceitful nose. He likes to find smells and sniff people who are absent from class. He started from the P word maliciously. I didn't care at first. , because this letter has nothing to do with me. The list went smoothly. There was no expulsion. The people of the whole universe came. Brondo looked sad. I thought to myself: Blondo, my dear, you There will never be a chance of surgery today. Suddenly, Brondeau called 'Marius Pontmercy'. There was no answer. Brondeau was full of hope, and shouted louder: 'Marius Pontmercy', taking at the same time Picked up his pen. Sir, I have always been soft-hearted, and said to myself quickly: 'Another good boy is about to be expelled. Watch out. This is indeed a dead man who has no sense of time. This is not a good student. This is by no means A lead ass, a hard-working college student, not a hairless braggart who is well versed in science, literature, theology, philosophy, or one of those tight-knit nerds with four pins hanging from four colleges ...but a respectable, wandering, wandering idler, interested in frivolous young seamstresses, flattering beautiful girls, who may be at my mistress's house at this very moment. Should be rescued Him. Beat Brondo to death!' At this time, Brondo was dipping his goose quill pen full of expulsion ink in the ink, opening his dark eyes and shooting back and forth at the classroom, the third I called out again: 'Marius Pontmercy!' and I answered immediately: 'Here!' So you are not expelled."

"Sir! . . . " said Marius. "As for me, I was dismissed," said Reigle de Mew. "What is it? I don't understand," said Marius. Reigle went on to say: "It couldn't be easier. I sat close to the podium and the door of the classroom, so that I could get in and get away. The professor was watching me very carefully. Suddenly, Blondeau—he must be Boileau. Said treacherous nose—jumped to the 'L' column. The 'L' is my letter. My name is De Moe, and my name is Reigle." "Reigle!" interrupted Marius, "what a pretty name!"

"Sir, when Blondo called out the beautiful name, he called out, 'Reigle!' and I promised, 'Yes!' and now Blondo looked at me with the gentleness of a tiger, and smiled at me. I said: 'If you were Pontmercy, you wouldn't be Reigle.' It may have been a bad thing to you, but it was very painful to me. When he said it, he painted my name Lost." Marius said excitedly: "Sir, this, I can't stand it..." "First," said Reigle hastily, "I ask for a few words of heartfelt condolences to Brondo. I assume he is dead. To do so would not necessarily distort his thin frame very much." , that pale face, that cold air, that rigidity and his stench. So I said, 'Woohoo Brondeau, the best city is here, and now you will pass by, Brondeau, you have a good nose Brondo, with a real nose, discipline, sex like a bull, sex like a cow, punished like a dog, named like a god, upright, square, accurate, stiff, honest and ugly. God canceled him, just as He wrote me off.'”

Marius continued: "I'm so sorry..." "Young man," said Reiger de Mew, "I hope you will learn from this. From now on, be punctual." "Thousands of words can't express the regret in my heart." "You can't drag the people around you anymore, so that they can't go to school." "I'm so frustrated..." Raigle laughed out loud. "And I, rejoicing. I was degenerating into a lawyer, and this expulsion saved me. I can give up the glory of the court. I don't have to protect any widows, I don't have to attack any orphans, I don't have to wear official robes, No apprenticeship is necessary. I am relieved. It is your cultivation, Monsieur Pontmercy. I must pay a solemn visit at the house to express my gratitude. Where do you live?"

"In this carriage," said Marius. "It's rich," said Reiger solemnly, "and I admire it. You spend nine thousand francs a year on it." At this moment, Courfeyrac came out of the cafe. Marius said with a wry smile: "I've been memorizing this expense for two hours, and I'm planning to end it, but I can't explain it in words, and I don't know where to go." "Monsieur," said Courfeyrac, "come to me." "The priority was mine," said Reigle, "but I have no home." "Stop talking, Bossuet," continued Courfeyrac.

"Bossuet?" said Marius; "I think I heard that your name is Reigle." "De Mo," replied Reigle, "alias Bossuet." Courfeyrac stepped into the carriage. "The driver," said he, "the Hotel Porte Saint-Jacques." That night Marius took up residence in a room at the Hotel Porte Saint-Jacques, next to Courfeyrac's.