Chapter 353 Jean Valjean's arm is still in a bandage

Realize your dream, who has this possibility?For this there must be a choice; we are all unaware candidates; the angels are voting.Cosette and Marius were chosen. Cosette is gorgeous and dazzling in the city hall and church, very moving.Toussaint dressed her up with the help of Nicolette. Cosette wore, over a petticoat of white velvet, a frock of openwork lace from Banshee, a veil of knitted flowers in England, a necklace of round pearls, and a crown of orange flowers; The elegant decorations made Cosette radiant.It is wonderful innocence expanding and apotheosis in the light, as if a virgin were transfigured into a genie.

Marius's beauty was bright and fragrant, and in several places under his curls he could see a few light-coloured scars from the barricades. The grandfather is luxurious and dignified, his clothes and posture highly concentrated all the elegant manners of Ballas era, he is leading Cosette.He took the place of Jean Valjean, who was unable to support the bride because of the sling. Jean Valjean followed with a smile in his black dress. "Monsieur Fauchelevent," my grandfather said to him, "this is a good day. I vote for the end of sorrow and sorrow, and that henceforth there shall be no misery anywhere. I swear to God! I proclaim joy! There is no reason for suffering." Existence. The fact that there are still unfortunate people now is a disgrace to heaven. Suffering is not caused by man, man is good in nature. The capital and central government of all suffering is hell, in other words, the devil's Duel Satoomiya. Well, now I'm talking demagogy too! As for me, I have no political opinions; I want everyone to be well-off, that is to say happy, that's all I ask for."

All the ceremonies were performed: the countless "yes" answers to the questions of the city hall and the priest, the signing of the city hall and church registers, the exchange of wedding rings, the pair kneeling side by side in the white Under the canopy of crepe cloth, they held hands after that, and were admired and admired by everyone.Marius, in black and she in white, was preceded by a church guard with colonel's epaulettes, stamping the flagstones with his halberd, and they walked between the two rows of admiring guests, passing through the two wide-open doors of the church. When she got out of the car, everything was over, and she was about to get into the car, Cosette still didn't believe it was true.She looked at Marius, at everyone, at the sky, as if afraid of waking up.Her look of surprise and concern added to her an indescribable charm.On their way back, Marius and Cosette sat side by side in the car; M. Gillenormand and Jean Valjean sat opposite them.Aunt Gillenormand took a step back and sat in the second car. "My children," said the grandfather, "you are now baronets and baronesses, with a pension of thirty thousand livres." Then Cosette, leaning close to Marius, whispered in an angelic voice in his ear: "It turned out to be true. My name is Marius, and I am Madame 'You'."

These two were radiant, and they were at that moment, lost and hard to find, at the radiant intersection of all youth and all joy.They realized what Jean Prouvel said in the poem "they are not forty together".This is a sublime union, the two children are two lilies.Instead of looking at each other, they worship each other.Cosette felt that Marius was in glory; Marius felt that Cosette was on the altar.And on this altar and in this glory, these two deified beings were somehow one, behind a cloud for Cosette, and for Marius. , in a flame-like light.There is the ideal, the real, kisses and dreamy encounters and wedding pillows.

It is intoxicating to recall the hardships they have endured.They feel that all the sorrow, insomnia, tears, cares, panics, and disappointments, which are now caresses and lights, seem to make more attractive the joyous moment to come; role.How profitable it is to have been tortured!Their unhappiness forms a halo of happiness.The anguish of a long-term relationship sublimates their relationship. Both souls were equally ecstatic, Marius a little sensual, Cosette a little shy.They said softly: "Let's go to the Rue Plumet to see our little garden again." Cosette's dress folded over Marius.

Such a day is a mixture of fantasy and reality.Both possessive and hypothetical.There is still time to guess.On this day, to dream of midnight scenes at noon is an indescribably exciting emotion.Both hearts are filled with touching happiness, which makes passers-by feel relaxed and happy. Pedestrians stopped in front of St. Paul's Church in the Rue Saint-Antoine in order to see the orange blossoms quivering on Cosette's head through the glass of the carriage. Then they went back to their home on Rue de la Crucis.Marius and Cosette went side by side in triumph and joy up the staircase above which the dying Marius had been dragged back.The poor gather at the gate to share their alms and bless the newlyweds.There are flowers everywhere.The home is as full of fragrance as the church; after the incense is now the rose.They seemed to hear singing in heaven; God was in their hearts; their future was like a sky full of stars; they saw a rising sun shining overhead.Suddenly the clock rang.Marius gazed at Cosette's charming bare pink arms and the rosy spots that were faintly visible through the lace of her blouse, and Cosette blushed with shame when she noticed Marius' gaze.

Many old friends of the Gillenormand family were invited, and everyone surrounded Cosette, vying to call her baroness. Cosette did not recognize the officer Theodule Gillenormand, now a captain, who had come from Chartres, where his troops were quartered, to attend the wedding of his cousin Pontmercy. For his part, he was so accustomed to being called handsome by women that he could not think of Cosette or any other woman at all. "It's a good thing I didn't believe the rumors about this pikeman," thought Father Gillenormand to himself. Cosette had never been so tender and considerate to Jean Valjean at this moment.She and Father Gillenormand were also in harmony; while he made pleasure his maxim, love and kindness radiated from her like a perfume.Happy people want everyone to be happy.

When she talked to Jean Valjean, she smiled at him with the tone of her childhood. A banquet is set up in the dining room. Bright as day lighting is an indispensable embellishment for a grand wedding feast.Joyful people cannot tolerate dimness and ambiguity.They don't want to stay in the dark.At night, yes; in the dark, no.If there is no sun, one has to be created. The dining room is a melting pot filled with eye-pleasing items.In the middle, above the dazzling white dining table, hangs a Venetian metal candlestick, on which are birds of various colors: blue, purple, red, green, all perched among the candles; Candelabra with branches around it, triple and quintuple chandelier reflectors on the walls; cute.The gaps in the candlesticks are filled with bouquets, so there are flowers where there is no candlelight.

In the waiting room three violins and a flute played softly a Haydn quartet. Jean Valjean was sitting in an arm-chair in the drawing-room, behind a door which was almost hidden from him by the open door.A moment before going to table, Cosette, on a whim, unfolding her bridal gown with both hands, curtsied to him, and asked him with tender and mischievous eyes: "Father, are you happy?" "I am delighted," said Jean Valjean. "Then just smile!" Jean Valjean laughed. A few minutes later Basque announced that the feast was ready. Monsieur Gillenormand asked Cosette to go ahead on his arm, and entered the dining room with the guests who followed, and everyone sat at the table according to the assigned seats.

Two large easy chairs are placed to the left and right of the bride. The first was that of M. Gillenormand, the second that of Jean Valjean.M. Gillenormand sat down.The other one is still empty. All eyes were on "Monsieur Fauchelevent." He is no more. Monsieur Gillenormand asked Basque: "Do you know where M. Fauchelevent is?" "Monsieur," replied Basque, "it was Monsieur Fauchelevent who told me to tell Monsieur that his wounded hand was a little sore, that he could not dine with the Baroness and Baroness, and that he beg your pardon, that he will come tomorrow morning. He Just left."

This empty easy chair spoiled the wedding for a moment.Monsieur Fauchelevent was absent, but Monsieur Gillenormand was present, and my grandfather was as enthusiastic as two people.He made it clear that if M. Fauchelevent felt ill, he had better go to bed early, adding that it was only a slight "pain."That should suffice.What's more, what is a dark corner in the midst of joy?Cosette and Marius are in that selfish and blessed moment when man is incapable of seeing anything but happiness.Then M. Gillenormand had an idea, "Hey, this chair is empty, come, Marius. Although you are supposed to sit next to your aunt, she will allow you to sit here. This chair belongs to you. This is legal and kind, like the god of wealth approaching the lucky star." The whole table applauded unanimously.Marius took Jean Valjean's place next to Cosette; and after this arrangement Cosette, who had been unhappy in Jean Valjean's absence, was satisfied in the end.Now that Marius was a backup, Cosette would not regret the absence of God.She put her soft little feet in white satin shoes on Marius's. The chairs were taken, M. Fauchelevent was forgotten; no one felt wanting.So five minutes later, all the guests at the table were smiling and forgot everything. When the dessert was served after the meal, M. Gillenormand stood up, holding a half-full glass of champagne in his hand, because his ninety-two years of age were afraid of spilling the wine, and he toasted the newlyweds. "Two lessons you cannot escape," he cried, "in the morning you received the priest's and in the evening your grandfather's. Listen to me, I will advise you: 'Love each other!' Words, I said bluntly, 'Happy you!' There is nothing smarter than turtledoves in the world. Philosophers say that there must be a measure of joy. But I said: 'Let's have fun, love like the devil, and be intoxicated. 'Philosophers are talking nonsense, and I'm going to stuff their philosophy back down their throats. Do people think too much fragrance, too many roses, too many singing warblers, too many green leaves, the life's Are there too many mornings? Can one love too much? Can both parties love each other too much? Attention, Estelle, you are too beautiful! Be careful, Nemoran, you are too beautiful! This is pure nonsense! Are mutual Too much love, too much caress, too much intoxication? Is life too much? Happiness too much? Joy must be restrained. Phew! Down with the philosophers! Joy is wisdom. Be merry, let us be merry! We feel Is happiness because we are good? Or are we good just because we are happy? Is Sancy called Sancy because it belongs to Halle de Sancy or because it weighs 106 What about carat? I don't know anything about that; life is full of such problems; the important thing is to get sancy and happiness. Be happy! Don't be picky, obey the sun blindly. What the sun is, is love. Prompt When it comes to love, it means women. Ah! Ah! Here is the supreme authority, and this is woman. Ask this rebellious Marius if he is the servant of the little tyrant Cosette. He is willing, this Coward! Woman! There is no Robespierre who stands firm, and women are in power. I am only a royalist of this royal party. What is Adam? He is Eve's kingdom, and for Eve, there is no one. In 1789. Some monarchs have a lily on their scepters, some contain a globe, Charlemagne's scepter is iron, Louis XIV's is gold, and the revolution used these scepters with the thumb and the earth. Broken forefinger, twisted like a two-penny stalk, finished, broken, all on the ground, no more scepters; but you make me this vanilla embroidered handkerchief Reverse it! I want to see if you dare. Try it. Why is it strong? Because it is a piece of cloth. Ah! You belong to the nineteenth century? So what? We belong to the eighteenth century We are as stupid as you are. You call cholera epidemic cholera and the dance of Auvergne kahjusha. Don't think you've changed the universe so much because of this, you have to love women forever. I don't believe you can get rid of them. These women The devil is our angel. Yes, love, women, kisses, you can't get out of this circle; as for me, I still want to get in. Who among you has ever seen Venus rise in the sky, she is on this abyss Coquettish girl. Serimanna of the ocean, who soothes all below, like a beauty looking down on raging waves. The ocean is a rough Alceste.It's no use murmuring, it has to smile when Venus shows up.The beast is tamed.We are all like this.Wrath, growl, thunderbolt, rage.When a woman steps onto the stage and a star rises, it's all submissive!Marius was fighting six months ago, and today he is married.well done.Yes, Marius, yes, Cosette, you are right.Live bravely for each other, be so affectionate that drive others mad with inability to do so, and adore each other!Pick up with your little bird beaks all the grass of happiness that is on the ground, and try to make out of it your nest of comfort for life.what!Falling in love, being loved, the miracle of youth!Don't think you invented it.I too have dreamed and meditated and sighed, and I have had romantic minds too.Eros is a six thousand year old child.Cupid has the right to grow a long white beard, and Methuselah is just a child in front of Cupid.For sixty centuries men and women have been in love, solving all problems, the devil, this cunning thing, hates men, men are more cunning than he, and loves women.So the good he got outweighed the bad the devil did him.This ingenious thing has existed since the beginning of time.Friends, this invention is old, but it is still very new.Take advantage of this invention!You can be Daphnis and Chloe at present, and you will become Philemon and Boris in the future.When you are together, you should need nothing. Cosette will be Marius' sun, and Marius will be Cosette's world.Cosette, your sunny day is Marius' smile; Marius, your rain is your wife's tears, so that it will never rain in your married life.Your love is blessed by religion, you have drawn a good lottery, the jackpot, you should keep it well, lock it up, don't waste it, respect and love each other, and don't care about anything else.Take my word for it.This is sensible.Reason does not lie.You are to respect each other as gods.Everyone worships God differently.hell!The noblest way to worship God is to love one's wife.I love you, this is my teaching.Whoever loves is Orthodox.The profanity of Henry IV is to place the sacred between feasting and intoxication. 'brute! 'I don't believe in the religion of that swear word.Because in it women are forgotten.I am astonished that Henry IV's blasphemy should be this.Long live women, my friends!I am old, it is said; how strange I feel that I am living younger and younger.I would love to hear the bagpipes in the woods.The beauty and joy of both children enchanted me.I also really want to get married, if anyone wants to.Can't imagine that God created us for any other reason than to love madly, talk a lot, dress well, be babes, be the most admired by women, kiss from morning to night, be proud of our beloved wife, To be triumphant, to show off your ego; that's what life is for.These are—hope it doesn't offend me—what we thought in our time, when we were young.what!I swear!There were so many charming women in that era, with beautiful faces and young girls!I make them swoon.Therefore be in love.I really don't know what is the use of spring if we don't love each other; and as for me, I ask God to take back all the beautiful things he has shown us, put them away, and put flowers, birds, and beauties in his treasures again. box.Children, come and accept the blessing of an old man! " The evening passed lightheartedly and cordially.Grandfather's great joy set the tone for the festival, everyone acted on the enthusiasm of the nearly hundred-year-old, there was a little dancing and laughter; it was a gracious wedding.It would be a good idea to invite this good gentleman from "the past" to attend.In fact, father Gillenormand is equivalent to the good gentleman of "the past". There had been lively scenes, but now it was quiet. The newlyweds are gone. Just after midnight, Gillenormand's house was transformed into a temple. Here we stop.In front of the door on the wedding night, there is a smiling angel standing with a finger to his lips. Before this holy place celebrating love, the mind enters the realm of meditation. There must be a glimmer of light on the roof of the house.The room is full of joyful light, which will definitely be revealed from the cracks in the stone on the wall, slightly piercing the darkness.It was impossible for this fateful and holy event not to send a divine light into space.Love is the preeminent melting pot of man and woman, from which the single, the trinity, the last man, the mortal trinity, arises.The birth of the union of two minds will surely move the ghosts.The lover is a priest; the robbed virgin is terrified.Somehow this joy is transmitted to God.The truly noble marriage, that is, the union of love, has an ideal state.A bridal bed is a corner of dawn in the night, and if the naked eye were allowed to see these formidable and enchanting celestial figures, we might see the shapes of the night, the winged stranger, the invisible blue traveler , bowed, a cluster of dark shadowy human heads, around the glowing house, they are satisfied, bless the newlyweds, pointing to each other the virgin bride, they are also slightly nervous, their divine features have the reflection of earthly happiness .The newlyweds, in their supreme ecstasy, think no one else is there, and if they listen they can hear the rustling of wings.Perfect happiness attracts the common care of angels.Above this dark dormitory, there is the whole sky as a roof.When the lips of two people, purified by love, approach each other for creation, the vast and mysterious stars above this indescribable kiss cannot fail to tremble. This happiness is real, and there is no other joy but this joy.Love alone is ecstatic.Everything else is pathetic. Loved and loved, that's enough.No need to ask for anything else.There are no other pearls to be found in the dark folds of life.Love is complete happiness.