les miserables monologue composition
A monologue from the book by Victor Hugo
TAKE NOTE: This monologue is published from Victor Hugo\s Performs. Trans. Isabel Farrenheit. Hapgood. Ny: Kelmscott World, 1896.
FANTINE: Monsieur Javert, I beseech your mercy. I insure you that we was not inside the wrong. In the event you had seen the beginning, you will have seen. My spouse and i swear to you by the great God i was not accountable! That man, the lout, whom I actually do not know, put snow in my back again. Has anybody the right to set snow down our shells when we are going for walks along peaceably, and performing no harm to any one? I actually am somewhat ill, whenever you see. Then, he had recently been saying pampig (umgangssprachlich) things to myself for a long time: You are ugly! You have zero teeth! I know well that we have no much longer those the teeth. I did practically nothing, I said to myself, The gentleman is amusing him self. I was honest with him, I did not speak to him. It was at that moment that he position the snow down my back again. Monsieur Javert, good Monsieur Inspector! will there be not some person here whom saw that and can tell you that this is very true? Perhaps I did incorrect to receive angry. You know that one is not really master of one\s personal at the 1st moment. A single gives way to vivacity, and then, when ever someone sets something frosty down your back just when you are certainly not expecting that! I did incorrect to mess up that gentleman\s hat. For what reason did this individual go away? We would ask his pardon. Also, my God! It makes no difference to me whether I ask his pardon. Do myself the favor to-day, just for this once, Monsieur Javert.
Solutions in penitentiary one can gain only seven sous every day, it is not the government\s wrong doing, but seven sous is definitely one\s income, and just extravagant, I must pay one hundred francs, or my own little girl will be sent to me. Oh, my own God! I cannot have her with me. The things i do is very vile! Also, my Cosette! Oh, my own little angel of the Ay Virgin! and what will become of her, poor creature? I will tell you: is it doesn’t Thenardiers, inn-keepers, peasants, and such people are unreasonable. They want funds. Don\t put me in prison! The truth is, there is a little girl who will end up being turned out in to the street to get along the best way she may possibly, in the very heart in the winter, and you must have pity on this kind of a being, my good Chriatian Javert. If perhaps she had been older, your woman might make her living, but it may not be done at that age. We am not really a bad female at bottom level. It is not cowardliness and gluttony that have helped me what I was. If I have got drunk eau-de-vie, it was out of misery. I do certainly not love it, but it really benumbs the senses. Once i was cheerful, it was only necessary to peek into my own closets, and it would have been completely evident which i was not a coquettish and untidy female. I had bed and bath, a great deal of linen. Have pity on me personally, Monsieur Javert!
