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The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1- BOOK 2 CHAPTER 4

The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO BOOK 2 CHAPTER 4 Well-matched Lovers Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO BOOK 2 CHAPTER 4 Well-matched Lovers Ursus being a philosopher understood. He approved of the fascination of Dea. He said The blind see the invisible. He said Conscience is vision. Then looking at Gwynplaine he murmured Semi-monster but demi-god. Gwynplaine on the other hand was madly in love with Dea. There is the invisible eye the spirit and the visible eye the pupil. He saw her with the visible eye. Dea was dazzled by the ideal Gwynplaine by the real. Gwynplaine was not ugly he was frightful. He saw his contrast before him in proportion as he was terrible Dea was sweet. He was horror she was grace. Dea was his dream. She seemed a vision scarcely embodied. There was in her whole person in her Grecian form in her fine and supple figure swaying like a reed in her shoulders on which might have been invisible wings in the modest curves which indicated her sex to the soul rather than to the senses in her fairness which amounted almost to transparency in the august and reserved serenity of her look divinely shut out from earth in the sacred innocence of her smile--she was almost an angel and yet just a woman. Gwynplaine we have said compared himself and compared Dea. His existence such as it was was the result of a double and unheard-of choice. It was the point of intersection of two rays--one from below and one from above--a black and a white ray. To the same crumb perhaps pecked at at once by the beaks of evil and good one gave the bite the other the kiss. Gwynplaine was this crumb--an atom wounded and caressed. Gwynplaine was the product of fatality combined with Providence. Misfortune had placed its finger on him happiness as well. Two extreme destinies composed his strange lot. He had on him an anathema and a benediction. He was the elect cursed. Who was he He knew not. When he looked at himself he saw one he knew not but this unknown was a monster. Gwynplaine lived as it were beheaded with a face which did not belong to him. This .