Chapter 302 2. If you don't talk in the abyss, what do you do?

Riot, sixteen years of education underground!By 1848 it was much more refined than in June 1832.Therefore, compared with the two huge barricades we described above, the barricade on Machang Street is only a sketch, a prototype, but at that time, it was considered terrible. Enjolras watched the rebels make the most of the night, when Marius was indifferent to everything.The barricade was not only repaired, but also enlarged and raised by two feet.These chaotic shapes were compounded by the accumulation of debris carried over from here and there, like a line of protective lances, set in the clefts of the paving stones.The outside of the bastion is messy, but the inward side has cleverly turned into a wall.

They restored the steps made of paving stones to climb to the top of the castle-like walls. The interior of the barricade was also sorted out, the basement was cleared, the kitchen was converted into a field ward, the wounded were bandaged, the explosives scattered on the ground and on the table were collected, the warheads were melted, bullets were made, and the broken pieces for bandaging the wounded were sorted out. cloth, distributed the fallen weapons, cleaned the interior of the bastion, collected the remnants, and removed the corpses. The dead bodies were piled into the alleys of Monddu, which was still under control.The road there was already bloodstained.Four of the bodies were soldiers of the National Guard in the suburbs.Enjolras ordered their uniforms to be put aside.

Enjolras advises everyone to sleep for two hours.Enjolras' advice was an order, but only three or four accepted it.Feuilly spent two hours carving the following inscription on the wall facing the hotel: These four characters were carved out of the stone with nails, and in 1848 they were still clearly visible on this wall. The three women took advantage of the temporary truce of the night and simply slipped away, much to the relief of the rebels. They managed to hide in a neighboring house. Most of the wounded can continue to fight, which is also their will.In the kitchen that was temporarily turned into a field ward, five seriously wounded people were lying on mats made of straw and straw bales, two of whom were security policemen.The security policeman was wounded first.

In the basement only Mabeuf covered with a black cloth and Javert tied to a post remained. Enjolras said: "This is the morgue." In the interior of this room, where the dim light of a candle flickered, the mortuary table was placed deep behind the pillars like a beam, so that Javert standing and Mabeuf lying there seemed to form a single big cross. The shaft of the coach, broken by cannon fire, still stood, and a banner could be hoisted upon it. Enjolras, in the style of a leader who walks the talk, hangs up the bloody coat of the deceased old man, which has been pierced by bullets.

It was impossible to eat.There was no bread and no meat.The fifty or so people in the barricade quickly ate up the limited stores in the hotel within sixteen hours.At a certain time, the persistent barricades will inevitably become Medusa rafts.Everyone will inevitably suffer from hunger.On the 6th of June, in the early hours of this Spartan day, in the barricades of Saint-Merry, Jeanne, surrounded by insurgents clamoring for bread, said to them: "Eat? It's three o'clock." , and by four o'clock we were all dead." Because there was nothing to eat, Enjolras forbade everyone to drink alcohol, he forbade everyone to drink wine, and only rationed some schnapps.

In the cellar they found fifteen bottles full of wine, well sealed, and Enjolras and Combeferre examined them.As Combeferre came up, he said: "This is the stock of Monsieur Huchereau, who used to be a grocer." Bossuet commented: "It must be a really good wine. It is a good thing that Grantaire slept on it." or the vials will be hard to keep." Enjolras, ignoring these gossips, imposed a ban on the fifteen vials, in order that no one should touch them, and that they should be preserved as holy objects, He ordered it to be placed under the table where father-in-law Ma Bai was lying.

At about two o'clock in the morning, they counted the number of people, and there were thirty-seven people. The east began to pale.Not long ago they had extinguished the torches that had been placed in the recesses of the stone.Inside the barricade, the little courtyard enclosed by the street, was shrouded in darkness, and looked, through the chilly twilight, like the deck of a wrecked ship.Soldiers came and went, like shadows moving.Above this terrible black nest, the silent stories of buildings began to be outlined against the blue-gray background, but some of the upper chimneys were grayed.The sky took on a pleasing white-to-blue hue.The birds sang happily as they flew.The tall building behind the barricade was sunny, and its roof reflected the pink glow.From a small window on the fourth floor, the morning breeze blows the gray hair of a dead man.

Courfeyrac said to Feuilly: "I am very happy when the torch is extinguished. The flame that drifts in the wind is annoying, and it seems to be fearful. The light of the torch is like the wisdom of a coward. It falters, so it shines. Not bright." Dawn awakened the hearts of birds and men, and everyone was talking. Ruo Li saw a cat wandering on the eaves and made a philosophical analysis. He exclaimed, "What's a cat? It's a corrective medicine. God made the mouse and said, 'Yo! I did one thing wrong.' So he made the cat, and the cat was the mouse's corrigendum." Table. The mouse and the cat are the Creator's corrections after rereading his manuscript."

Combeferre, surrounded by students and workmen, is talking about the dead.Of Jean Prouvel, of Bahoret, of Mabeuf, of Le Cabuc, of Enjolras' deep sorrow.He said: "Almodius and Aristogiton, Brutus, Selea, Stefanius, Cromwell, Charlotte Corday, Sander, they all suffered afterwards So unstable is our mind and so mysterious is human life, that even a single murder (if such a murder exists) in the interest of the citizen or of human liberty, remorse remains gratification beyond the benefit of mankind.” The subject changed frequently during the chatter, and a minute later Combeferre turned from Jean Prouvel's poems to comparing Lo, who translated the "Agricultural Poems," with Gournant, and Grunant with Trier, Also points out several verses in Malferat's translation, especially concerning the miracles that occurred on Caesar's death.Speaking of Caesar, the topic returned to Brutus.

Combeferre said: "Caesar's death was just. Cicero was harsh to Caesar, and he did it rightly. This harshness is not abuse. Zoire insulted Homer, Meverus insulted Virgil, Visser insults Molière, Pope insults Shakespeare, Fleuron insults Voltaire, this is an ancient law-envy and hatred are at work; talented people inevitably invite slander, great men have more or less heard the dog barking But Zoir and Cicero are two different things. Cicero judges with thought, Brutus judges with sword. As for me, I rebuke the latter kind of judge, but ancient times allowed it. Caesar A breaker of Rubicon's agreement, who takes as his own the high office which the people give him, and does not rise when the senators come in, as Euthropy says: 'Does like a king, Like a tyrant, govern like a tyrant.' He was a great man, sadly, or wonderful, and the lesson was great. I was more indifferent to the twenty-three cuts he received than to spit in the face of Jesus. Caesar was Members of the Senate were stabbed to death, and Jesus was slapped by a slave. No one has been insulted more than God."

Bossuet, standing above the crowd on a cairn, with his carbine in his hand, cried out to those who were speaking: "O Cidatron, O Myrilus, O Brobalante, O fair Antiides! Make me, like the Greeks at Loyom or Edapion, recite Homer's poem!"