Well. It would appear I am another year older, though I am not certain how that works out if one is supposed to be dead.

I never expected to be spending my twentieth birthday here, of all places, but it has happened. In any case, there is no need for gifts or anything of that sort. I have all I need here already.

[This is with a tone of mild bemusement. He never was one to pay much attention to the weather, but it's been like this for three days without letting up.]

It certainly is wet outside. I expect I should not have gone to the library to get yet more books, I was nearly soaked through. At the very least, I shall have The Communist Manifesto, ( Read more... )

Gavroche. Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, Joly, Bossuet, Pontmercy, and Grantaire. They were my friends, members of Les Amis de l'ABC. There is much to say about them, but I shall keep this brief. They were good, righteous and determined men. They died with me, for a cause we all believed -- believe in.

[A pause.]Even Grantaire did, though ( Read more... )

Jean Prouvaire, Bahorel, and M. Mabeuf. These men died on this day in Paris, fighting for a republic and a free France. They will not be forgotten. I must confess I knew two far better than the last; but they were all gallant, honorable men.

( Black, the dark of ages past! )

[Enjolras is seated on a bench in the park, somewhat near the cinema Rachel has been working on. He had intended to go over and help her clean some more, but decided to take a bit of a walk, first.]There are some places in this city that remind me very much of Paris. This is one of them, though it is nothing like the Luxembourg or any of the ( Read more... )

[He is in the house he shares with Grantaire after dragging him back there, looking rather less than pleased with current circumstances.]

I find myself overcome with a sudden urge to hit something. I don't suppose anyone would be willing to indulge me in a bout of fencing? Or, at the very least, tell me where to find proper equipment?

[He ( Read more... )

[Here, then, is Enjolras, in the library with a pile of books. For those who are observant, they are The Social Contract, The Communist Manifesto, Plato's Republic, and various other books on government and philosophy. There's something different about him -- he looks more determined, actually hopeful, instead of resigned to his fate here in ( Read more... )

I have been here almost a fortnight now, and I am still not entirely certain what to think of this place. It is a relief, however, that the heat and --other things of the past week have gone. I do not have suitable clothing for such weather.

[He pauses a little, then continues, thoughtful and a bit quieter.]

It is very strange, having nothing ( Read more... )

I have found myself curious, as of late.

Please, tell me about your homes' politics. Whether they are royalist, republican, or otherwise, I should like to hear about them.