Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is

To Err Is Human. To Loaf Is Parisian.

To Rise From Error To Truth Is Rare And Beautiful.

The World Of Sleep Has An Existence Of Its Own.

At That Moment Of Love, A Moment When Passion Is Absolutely Silent Under Omnipotence Of Ecstasy, Marius, Pure Seraphic Marius, Would Have Been More Capable Of Visiting A Woman Of The Streets Than Of Raising Cosette’s Dress Above The Ankle. Once On A Moonlit Night, Cosette Stopped To Pick Up Something From The Ground, Her Dress Loosened And Revealed The Swelling Of Her Breasts. Marius Averted His Eyes.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)