With Cosette’s garter, Homer would make the Iliad. He would put into his poem an old babbler like me, and he would call him Nestor.

“Senin vazifen, unutmak veya ölmek... Azabından kime ne!”

“Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will …”

“Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled,…”

“People who are crushed do not look behind them. They know but too well the evil…”