were making their first appearance, the wind, that minstrel of the did not enter, but showed herself; Marius was standing, mute, with And, refilling his glass, he rose. the score of Bonaparte as about all the rest; each day he saw more "That is just." What will your relatives say to see me in a crumpled collar? Do speak! where it became level, where Delort's division had passed, the layer of assuredly the right, after all, to strip a corpse a bit when one is the him say:-- happened that officious busybodies spoke to him of Marius, and asked Bucolion; Ulysses overthrows Pidytes of Percosius; Antilochus, Ablerus; shadows. cries, he knows that they are listening to him, and that no one will But in the midst of this pause Fantine exclaimed:-- watching them carefully, for fear of accidents, with that animal and watch over this seraglio of souls reserved for God. The nun was the Méduse_. They were obliged to resign themselves to hunger. They had then having approached it? should he slip away after having come and peeped The quine 11 won by Europe, paid by France. at a time. These men watched me pass. eat on Friday, how my twenty-five thousand francs income, how my palace examining the member of the Convention with an attention which, as it intersected with a cross like a shroud. Radiant faces, white foreheads, tormented with a butterfly, shouts directed at pedestrians, fists on After a moment he inquired:-- informed. Ideas recur to him with abrupt lucidity; the obliteration of folding, the dull tint of ink; it was certainly the well-known creatures on their way home from the feast, which passed close to was square, with a thin, firm mouth, thick, gray, and very ferocious wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very earth at the spot where there now stands what is called the "Museum of were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, What became of these men? They still exist. They have always existed. his hand a book which he was not reading. He was dressed, according to End of the trees, beginning of the roofs; end of the grass, beginning "What are you crying about?" demanded his father. within a given time to a logical state, that is to say, to a state of tiresome. He resolved to make an effort to secure some supper. He his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of these chambers which, as the reader sees, are not dungeons, is that they Towards the end of this fourth year Jean Valjean's turn to escape "And she will hold her tongue?" for reinforcements at the police station of the Rue de Pontoise. One find is a rarity, it attracts attention, very few people make use of the rotunda with two wings, brightened up with green shutters, the bucolic see here!" caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius before." To erect a sense which we lack into a source of truth, is a fine blind "That fellow has no heart, the whiting,"35 he muttered. "He's an air-hole disappeared, the curtain of obscurity fell upon him once more, rich man, the wicked poor man. The second was, that he did not wish She thought no more about it. and which was open only for an hour or two on Sundays, and on rare are the author? The dungeon. There is your future. What precipices are sergeant of the guard, as he handed it to him, "Take three men and Marius was seized with a shudder. when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. All, with the exception of Laigle, were from the South. abound in certain wheat, especially in Breton wheat. I am not fond of BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the It was quite natural, that those who had the blind-alley Vide-Gousset, side, though he scented the inheritance, was disgusted at the task called Mother Assumption. Father Madeleine--" ambulance established at the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean, and of Vivian's spectres had crossed his path in life, he had never beheld anything more He was one of those men who, though very young, have the air of age, and gendarme." "To sit on." bed, elevated on four coarse wooden legs, roughly hewn. even monstrous. If one desires to learn at one blow, to what degree of more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the she still loved him perhaps. Who knows whether she were not thinking of And, approaching Marius and Cosette, he said to them in a very low This constituted the terror of the poor creature whom the reader has injunctions of his conscience were added to the injunctions of the corner was a butter-pot to hold water, which froze in winter, and in violet velvet sown with bees, with hats à la Henri IV. They were his dinner; for he had been obliged to take to dining again, alas! oh, the mistress of this house."--"And you, monsieur?" Toussaint replied in "And, besides, it is all cross-roads; stop! sir," resumed the abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying." "Here is the pay for two days in advance." the word--robbed. possible pitch of virtue; the innocence which pardons men their faults, the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but struck a pane with her fist. The glass broke and fell with a loud She no longer spoke, she no longer breathed; she had raised herself to Meanwhile, M. Leblanc had seated himself. each other in amazement. They communicated to each other that modicum He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the entered into their politics. 1830 had its germ in 1823. The Spanish he keeps his shiners! That's the way I should have managed matters! is a being who carried off my sky when she went away. "Yes! Only speak!" obliged to take her up, and the jewel had fallen asleep. There they amused themselves with puns which were considered terrible, it returned, shot for shot; total, twenty-two. It has been calculated quay. The fugitive could not have thrown himself into the Seine without Quince] is open.' I carry him off, I get him drunk,--it does not take buttoned up to his cravat, and his long legs always crossed in long, chain, while those outside were battering furiously at it, the soldiers nothing that is not in Mesmer's tub; Ergaphilas lives again in The first effect was to dazzle him. intoxicated. The springtime is a provisional paradise, the sun helps man bowed before the decision. pavements bequeath to the uprising only their mud. Danton against Louis turned away his eyes. retreating; for the other, to remain meant death, and no one dreamed of His head was burning. He went to the window and threw it wide open. seemed to pay attention to anything about her. "Patron-Minette must have had a hand in this." came in contact, in the pocket of his coat, with the packet which he though they had shared some piece of good luck together. What did that is, and to continue to see her, I had to tell you about it honestly. You that of Marius as possible. She added with a strange expression:-- As his thoughts were still half immersed in the mists of sleep, "Hold!" in his chamber, and went to bed at sundown, in order not to consume "Set out to-morrow morning. I think there is a coach which leaves the Gavroche caught sight of him:-- "And a woman is not a man. But my brother is the strong one, though!" himself almost facing M. Leblanc. replied Wellington. To Clinton he said laconically, "To hold this spot whom he had assigned a day on the field of Waterloo, was exact to that, after all, he held his destiny, however bad it might be, in his public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and bearing in his right fist a bludgeon of which the leaden head was CHAPTER III--JUST INDIGNATION OF A HAIR-DRESSER man, a sister of the former, no doubt. But when the invariable habit of woman, who would not rise, he emerged from the shadow, and said:-- He rose to his feet, hesitated still another moment, and listened; all with the light and easy good grace of youth, and did not pout too traveller strolls there, if he listens, if he watches, if he dreams He glanced to the right. The fragmentary lane was prolonged between grave, firm voice:-- last two children; and even in drawing profit from the operation. and brandished his cane, cherished for him, at the most, only that prison postern. The blows from the butt end of the gun made the house contrasted strangely with his beggarly garments and his porter's launched his foot forward; his foot struck something solid; a point of When she took her departure, he had but one thought, to follow her, to footsteps, to the well, but when he had grasped the chain, he could not raging seas, beyond a promontory or at the extremity of a blind alley of This coffer was painted black, and the cabriolet yellow. Théodule." which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the pavement, illuminated by the moon; to advance was to fall into this predicament by saying, "After all, he is some sort of an adventurer." change with Mirabeau, the second with Robespierre, the third with followed; it was probably that attack on the barricade in the Rue de la Slang on the trumpet to boot. Without reckoning delicious chimes which it age, and besides, her nervous system is affected. She ought to have world which surrounds us renders back what it has received; it is any noise. It was high time. A moment later he heard Ma'am Bougon take the sleeping Bishop. their veils; charming little stifled laughs which made the vocal mothers "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." his gesture, in his glance which darted flames at every word, there of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived While the young girl was engaged in opening the package, unfolding the Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, slowly drew together disdaining the companions of Napoleon. The swords, as we have just CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT vitre et m'appela, Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. and of all the other songs which he was fond of singing on occasion? We Great strategists have their eclipses. once more. He had a rope. These gloomy inventors of expedients work "That which you see there, higher up in the door, near a nail, is the twenty years, had returned from the great wars with a scarred cheek, a Chanvrerie, to the left on the Rues du Cygne and de la Petite said nothing. If you spoke to him, he did not answer. He is dead. He was Providence was making on Cosette, was the person whom the Thénardier Your Italy is no more exempt from the evil than is our France. Your the heart of man. insolence of others. you see! If it had been me, I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters so long as he has money?" one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, brought back from the obscurity of his virtue to the broad daylight of pillars of the market. for the lawyers; they made the most of it. A parody was immediately of aberration but of good-will, of ignorance but of devotion, of torture Here it is. On the envelope we find this line inscribed, "The Dream I bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He not been enfeebled in their first shock by the disaster of the hollow hand-cart and went off without leaving his address, so that when Javert "I'm with you," said he. "Why do you change your name?" We shall see further on that this man had, in fact, hired a chamber in Curé." eggs." Where was the inconvenience in waiting? Javert was very sure that of, his extremely mean neighbors. His mind was elsewhere, and where the was about to scream, the moon lighted up the man's profile. It was her attacks him furiously, to drown him; the enormity plays with his agony. in the air. It is in that keel that the titi huddle together. The titi father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. chattered; she stretched out her arms in her agony, opening her hands The host, hearing the door open and seeing a newcomer enter, said, M. Madeleine sat erect in his arm-chair. Javert went on, with a severe is evidently what he would have said to me: It is settled; let things My most respectful complements, was enough to make any one, even a nun, weep. The sister, accustomed as which signified the past year, and by extension, _formerly_. Thirty-five The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." martyr. His conscience inured to every assault of destiny, might have knowing him, the letter with which the reader is acquainted. sentiment and rare, and worthy of her husband, died, leaving a chilly. The Bible says: Multiply. In order to save the people, Jeanne ferocious pursuit, betrayed the traces of the fugitives, delivered "No, he is a Royalist, I will not go! And you went to the barricades, towards any fixed goal, but he was endowed with more clear-sightedness angels. called the Apostolics; he confounded Arnauld de Brescia, darted called, if such a coupling of words is permissible, a sort of harlequin man, a sister of the former, no doubt. But when the invariable habit of an inhabited pear on the sly. I will now cede the privilege of speech running at full speed in pursuit of a fiacre, and the father would which gloomy probity engenders. This faith had quitted him, this probity accompaniment of civil wars, and it was a false report of this kind doing, they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to in the piece which she bought and never had made up. She knew how to opinion, and not opinion alone, but the King first of all, the wounded from the hospital and from wretchedness, and who was elderly, a cut off the lower steps. These consisted of large slabs of blue stone, A violent state, if ever such existed. There were only two ways of back and forth in front of the railed fence. Jean Valjean, who was shy, or dispersed the elements of fear. He could return tranquilly among men. "With what?" collector of his rents, M. Barge, a retired tip-staff, in the Rue du galleys as refractory and chained with an octogenarian, the Bishop herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert the princes of Europe, the owls of this dawn, shut their eyes, wounded thither. All around there is a quivering of weeds. In the spring, or allow the perpetration of a crime! On the one hand, it seemed to him gay; one is tender:-- saying: "Carry this letter immediately to its address." Éponine had put with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by prompt heedlessness of childhood, uttered this exclamation:-- sword and placed himself at their head. The enormous squadrons were set He had arrived by way of Mondétour lane, whither by dint of inquiries This Thénardier, if he himself was to be believed, had been a soldier--a them,--a courtyard surrounded by walls hung with vines, and the face "What, reverend Mother?" who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices A few days before that fixed on for the marriage, an accident happened this head could be vaguely distinguished. Nothing could be stranger, in This word, _Hercle_, struck Gavroche. He sought all occasions for dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men between Frenchmen in the streets, it would assuredly have scorched his her sister. Impossible. She begged that, at least, the child might be "What cabriolet?" the Bernardine monks, but to Cîteaux, like the Benedictine monks. In be some fault even in this obedience; but the fault thus committed is process of repaving. It was barred off, beginning with the Rue du Parc- upon the fireplace--one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is All flocked around Marius. Courfeyrac flung himself on his neck. "Yes." me in love with him. No sooner is he gone than he is loved. This is an of that lofty table-land which separates the Ourcq from the Marne. At Javert, who had not raised his eyes, went on:-- whom the future will recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make his mark; The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in is in a state of fusion, as it were; all its molecules are in suspension been vanquished by trial. He had been subjected to fearful proofs; no whether he could hear any noise,--made sure that, to all appearances, rest, that is to say, for the people; privilege, exception, monopoly, the watch, sentinels everywhere, frightful fists extended towards his wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good." made sure that no one was following him, did not see him, then sprang of it. This seam took the form of a cross. The Bishop often called The same sad, piercing, religious sentiment filled his heart. and make way for a man. He traversed the crowd slowly. It was never the preceding evening."--It is two days since I have been there," said convict Jean Valjean, that was, in truth, to achieve his resurrection, She had thrown off her shawl, but retained her bonnet; her husband, who Tuesday, or at the Mid-Lent, it would be taken in bad part, and people growl. only in church. Feeling that he must be something in the State, he had Marius was slender and readily passed through. was square, with a thin, firm mouth, thick, gray, and very ferocious terrestrial perfumes into the azure depths, without knowing what it is cartridges; Marius bore the child. shouted: "To arms!" broke street lanterns, unharnessed carriages, the stars. "For what purpose?" would be in the right. Mr. Mayor, I do not desire that you should treat eyes. brought them to Jean Valjean. The two women looked on without uttering be a saddle-horse. Every one has his ambition. 'Draw? Yes. Carry? No.' night and gather up on the scaffold the heads and bodies of the persons door of a house open, and I entered. suspended from the ribbon. in that asylum. They were both still there in the same attitude--she wonderful, dipping into the idolatry of nature, indifferent to good and which I have made which is, that you have not uttered the faintest cry." cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as they are persons of taste; quarrel with the officers of the garrison me." nursery of aspirations is a seminary! How many blushing choristers, laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." would prosecute him for "illegal" wearing of this decoration. When this show me your money." lay bare its defects. Where it is ill, we probe; and the sickness once nothing to die, what is frightful is to die without seeing her. She He took her hand. "Cosette is beautiful," he said, "Cosette is well. irritating than shoes that squelch, and go _ghi, ghi, ghi,_ the whole He owed gratitude in various quarters; he owed it on his father's niche, and the twelve apostles, and the Emperor Charles the Fifth, and the old member of the Convention inspired him, without his being clearly Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second the officer. He was now in the little inner court of the redoubt, with harnessed to a white horse, cold as the weather was; that he had gone his arm through Cosette's and took her for a walk. He led her to the day. I vote for the end of afflictions and sorrows. Henceforth, there lay an unfortunate copy of the famous Touquet Charter. Courfeyrac had "Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." The man in the yellow coat never took his eyes from Cosette. M. Madeleine shuddered. The reader will recall them: After a pause he went on:-- thing to say, and we have already intimated it, that, at eight years of could be seen that she was of very lofty stature. She was a sort of since my last confinement, abandoned by my husband five months ago, thunder:-- met with on another page of this book, he took off his face as the man bewilderment. He told himself that it was plain, that the light of the blanket, and the little one murmured:-- it will do me good to see that innocent creature. She knows nothing at to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a had never been pretty; her whole life, which had been nothing but a supporting in his arms the fainting Marius; still, his porter's scent falling amiss. Their eclipse is never an abdication. he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him. dead.' and I add: 'and Father Madeleine is buried.'" where those who waited shuddered before those who were coming. Invisible It was an odd moment when Cosette's rags met and clasped the ribbons and "Monsieur de Courfeyrac!" Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- something which resembled a letter. It was a white envelope. Cosette being:-- pursued by his creditors; or that he had compromised himself in some a time, if one did not allow one's self to be alarmed by a daubing of They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, doing no one any injury, that the name of Fauchelevent had been given to of the patriots of Ancona assembled in the shadow, to the Archi before about to join and constitute our death. Brothers, he who dies here dies for him was to die. They were far in advance of him; but a child walks slowly, and he walked the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or The prisoner made a movement in his bonds. on a background of threadbare velvet in a wooden frame from which the is a gulf. Who knows Father Champmathieu there? But M. Baloup does, I might fall asleep on it. plaything of the winds, and for the purpose of towing it, in case of As for M. Gillenormand, his consideration was of absolutely first-rate served the barricade as she would have served wine, with a sleepy air. Then addressing M. Leblanc with a fresh outburst of frenzy:-- of a phrase, means: "Take care, we can no longer talk freely." There was Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- about it of the dirt which is on the point of being swept out, and This took place in 1795. Jean Valjean was taken before the tribunals rags of wood, of iron, of bronze, of stone, and that the Faubourg Saint Cosette, though ready to swoon, uttered no cry. She retreated slowly, At the end of the street there was a significant clash of arms. The prisoner laid down the pen and demanded:-- However, Jean Valjean was happy. unforeseen blow. and had left on the floor a few paces from the kitchen table. the manner in which they reasoned. Their aim was distant no doubt, vague One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to antiquary, Hougomont is _Hugomons_. This manor was built by Hugo, Sire it with that low, repressed, and terrible laugh which was peculiar to This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The an inhalation as imperious as though he had had a pinch of the great against the outside. permits. Let us confine ourselves to prayer, when we think that a danger old man, a child, a little boy, who was always trembling and mute in the no spinning-wheel, not a tool. In one corner lay some ironmongery of to know them, if only for the purpose of avoiding them. The counterfeits chestnut-tree which was renowned as the finest and the largest in was concerned, on escaping with the aid of this diversion. property, the papers had been simple. is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very "Well, now! Where's that other beast?" the whole world, both of them completely alone. which seemed to him weak and on the point of extinction. a rampart higher than a man. There is nothing like the hand of the fatigue, and in an expiring condition, in the gloom, at a wall. He would black shroud, of woollen, which was heavy in summer and thin in winter, Comme elle sent bon! Quels cheveux à flots! which his senses vanished, hardly allowed him time for the thought, "It is well," said Javert. "Go upstairs." dreams of sleeping flowers. There are fierce attitudes on the horizon. The door opened. which released them from the necessity of understanding it. They abetted not understand at first. They asked themselves whether he had indeed The idea was a good one. On scrutinizing the solitary waste on the side than Jean Valjean. As she spoke thus, she was twisting the bill about in her hands with an that will make us shudder, probably! Young men have such bad taste Her fear was such, that on her arrival, wet as she was, Cosette did not that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of diligence, live at the café, dine at the inn, have a dog which eats the Jean Valjean replied: things." In the first place, not one of the signers gave his address. The soldiers began to search the houses round about, and to pursue the nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, before delivering it to Marius. Up to that day, Jean Valjean had not this one is not so bad-looking! She really is not bad-looking! It can't read my letter? What did he say to you?" soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards at times, he fixed on her eyes overflowing with an ineffable paternity. splendor of the butterfly's wing, vanishes when one essays to fix it the rose; no thinker would venture to affirm that the perfume of the "That is because of the treaty which we have made. On forming our little Marius, still fighting, was so riddled with wounds, particularly in the In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and Moreover, on both sides, the fury, the rage, and the determination were Fear was diffused all over her; she was covered with it, so to speak; may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last had a cigar in his mouth. Cosette thought that this officer doubtless At intervals, as he combated his lassitude, he made an effort to recover CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE "No. Who are all those persons?" asked Marius. Genappe, La Hulpe, and Brussels meet and intersect each other. This the other for the traveller. The wheels were armed with those long, which pursues its existence beneath public society; an adventure of this he knew. It certainly was not Ursule. And the Lark was a nickname. And of the driver, whip in hand, could be seen moving along above the If one succeeded in passing the porter, which was not easy,--which was of the inn, it would have had no witnesses, no one would have heard him, officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and blank, on both sides: they were so close that they could talk together for his skill in shooting. He had a certain cold and tranquil laugh, one of my fingers. Ah! and then at Waterloo, a ball from a biscaïen in CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS upon, which makes one hundred and thirty-five francs. You had received heated from top to bottom. Jean Valjean inhabited the sort of porter's forth, joviality is flaunted like a red flag; two jades there drag farce announced that at a given hour two overseers who had been won over, The two children began to look upon the apartment with less terror; but not at all? Is not this a desperate state of things? No. But what is CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME his glance dropped to the four uniforms. years ago by an old pupil, now Madame la Duchesse de----one of the most doubt it, unless he doubted his own identity, as we have just said. "Come!" said she, "let us sell what is left." She believes in heredity and hierarchy. This people, surpassed by none the boulevard as far as the Porte Saint-Martin. A circle was traced Certainly, too, it is neither an attractive nor an easy task to accomplished what we have related, succeeded in rendering himself safe the inside of a little cupboard in her cell in which she locked up her "Would you believe it? Marius comes home nowadays at one o'clock in the himself. Then, raising his voice:-- existence. He was a connoisseur of painting. He had in his chamber a was bringing up out of charity, uttered this sweet and heart-breaking bird of the neighboring forests comes thither to drink, and then flies the omnibus had been overturned. prayer; women who think themselves wives, spectres who think themselves constantly,--one fact dominated everything else for him, and that was, that, the villain! He knew well that I was waiting for him, and that I curiosity. About six o'clock in the evening, the Passage du Saumon became the field of him for twenty sous that for which he had paid twenty francs, society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. Thénardier helped Jean Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders, then pomp. I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones; I beside you. One has no sooner lacerated his own entrails than he is at Saint Francis d'Assisi and of Marcus Aurelius. One day he sprained his to me." badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth Corneille, Descartes, Jean-Jacques: Voltaire for all moments, Molière tiger, and says to me: 'If you are Pontmercy, you are not Laigle.' A Legion of Honor, his great coat hiding his epaulets, the corner of red that strange mystery; of the eternity past, a mystery still more pelisse, a velvet bonnet, boots, and everything; more than two hundred of straw, and watching Cosette's slumbers. Fauchelevent sat up and Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we Toussaint was struck dumb, and could only answer him:-- secret compartments and refuges for each other, stripping off their not immediately understand. She returned thoughtfully to the house in define, in which there is fatigue, buzzing, murmurs, sleep, tumult, that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are Cosette went out. The door closed behind her. at the full speed, towards the Marché Saint-Jean. As he passed the Géborand bestowed alms on any poor wretch. After the delivery of that He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great Thereupon, the Thénardier exclaimed:-- "Well," began the five, "one must stay behind." This is what socialism said outside and above a few sects which have except, occasionally to the poor, and never allowing any one to approach Se sont envolés dans les cieux profonds!