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“There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.”

Quote by Victor Hugo

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Les Miserables Volume One

Victor Hugo's epic tale follows the lives of various characters, including Jean Valjean, a former convict seeking a second chance at life, and Inspector Javert, his relentless pursuer. The novel delves into the social and political issues of the time, offering a profound examination of the struggles of the poor and the complexities of the human spirit. more

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Victor Hugo
Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo, a French romantic poet, novelist, and playwright, was born on February 26, 1802, and died on May 22, 1885. He is considered one of the greatest writers in French literary history, known for his profound humanistic concerns and rich imagination. more

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