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It is necessary that society should look at these things； because it is itself which creates them。
He was； as we have said； an ignorant man； but he was not a fool。 The light of nature was ignited in him。
Unhappiness； which also possesses a clearness of vision of its own； augmented the small amount of daylight which existed in this mind。
Beneath the cudgel； beneath the chain； in the cell； in hardship； beneath the burning sun of the galleys； upon the plank bed of the convict； he withdrew into his own consciousness and meditated。
He constituted himself the tribunal。
He began by putting himself on trial。
He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly punished。 He admitted that he had mitted an extreme and blameworthy act； that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to him had he asked for it； that； in any case； it would have been better to wait until he could get it through passion or through work； that it is not an unanswerable argument to say； 〃Can one wait when one is hungry？〃
That； in the first place； it is very rare for any one to die of hunger； literally； and next； that； fortunately or unfortunately； man is so constituted that he can suffer long and much； both morally and physically； without dying； that it is therefore necessary to have patience； that that would even have been better for those poor little children； that it had been an act of madness for him； a miserable； unfortunate wretch； to take society at large violently by the collar； and to imagine that one can escape from misery through theft； that that is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through which infamy enters； in short； that he was in the wrong。
Then he asked himself
Whether he had been the only one in fault in his fatal history。 Whether it was not a serious thing； that he； a laborer； out of work； that he； an industrious man； should have lacked bread。
And whether； the fault once mitted and confessed； the chastisement had not been ferocious and disproportioned。
Whether there had not been more abuse on the part of the law； in respect to the penalty； than there had been on the part of the culprit in respect to his fault。
Whether there had not been an excess of weights in one balance of the scale； in the one which contains expiation。
Whether the over…weight of the penalty was not equivalent to the annihilation of the crime； and did not result in reversing the situation； of replacing the fault of the delinquent by the fault of the repression； of converting the guilty man into the victim； and the debtor into the creditor； and of ranging the law definitely on the side of the man who had violated it。
Whether this penalty； plicated by successive aggravations for attempts at escape； had not ended in being a sort of outrage perpetrated by the stronger upon the feebler； a crime of society against the individual； a crime which was being mitted afresh every day； a crime which had lasted nineteen years。
He asked himself whether human society could have the right to force its members to suffer equally in one case for its own unreasonable lack of foresight； and in the other case for its pitiless foresight； and to seize a poor man forever between a defect and an excess； a default of work and an excess of punishment。
Whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods made by chance； and consequently the most deserving of consideration。
These questions put and answered； he judged society and condemned it。
He condemned it to his hatred。
He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering； and he said to himself that it might be that one day he should not hesitate to call it to account。
He declared to himself that there was no equilibrium between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done to him； he finally arrived at the conclusion that his punishment was not； in truth； unjust； but that it most assuredly was iniquitous。
Anger may be both foolish and absurd； one can be irritated wrongfully； one is exasperated only when there is some show of right on one's side at bottom。
Jean Valjean felt himself exasperated。
And besides； human society had done him nothing but harm； he had never seen anything of it save that angry face which it calls Justice； and which it shows to those whom it strikes。
Men had only touched him to bruise him。
Every contact with them had been a blow。 Never； since his infancy； since the days of his mother； of his sister； had he ever encountered a friendly word and a kindly glance。 From suffering to suffering； he had gradually arrived at the conviction that life is a war； and that in this war he was the conquered。 He had no other weapon than his hate。
He resolved to whet it in the galleys and to bear it away with him when he departed。
There was at Toulon a school for the convicts； kept by the Ignorantin friars； where the most necessary branches were taught to those of the unfortunate men who had a mind for them。
He was of the number who had a mind。
He went to school at the age of forty； and learned to read； to write； to cipher。
He felt that to fortify his intelligence was to fortify his hate。
In certain cases； education and enlightenment can serve to eke out evil。
This is a sad thing to say； after having judged society； which had caused his unhappiness； he judged Providence； which had made society； and he condemned it also。
Thus during nineteen years of torture and slavery； this soul mounted and at the same time fell。
Light entered it on one side； and darkness on the other。
Jean Valjean had not； as we have seen； an evil nature。
He was still good when he arrived at the galleys。
He there condemned society； and felt that he was being wicked； he there condemned Providence； and was conscious that he was being impious。
It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point。
Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom？ Can the man created good by God be rendered wicked by man？ Can the soul be pletely made over by fate； and bee evil； fate being evil？
Can the heart bee misshapen and contract incurable deformities and infirmities under the oppression of a disproportionate unhappiness； as the vertebral column beneath too low a vault？
Is there not in every human soul； was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular； a first spark； a divine element； incorruptible in this world； immortal in the other； which good can develop； fan； ignite； and make to glow with splendor； and which evil can never wholly extinguish？
Grave and obscure questions； to the last of which every physiologist would probably have responded no； and that without hesitation； had he beheld at Toulon； during the hours of repose； which were for Jean Valjean hours of revery； this gloomy galley…slave； seated with folded arms upon the bar of some capstan； with the end of his chain thrust into his pocket to prevent its dragging； serious； silent； and thoughtful； a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath； condemned by civilization； and regarding heaven with severity。
Certainly；and we make no attempt to dissimulate the fact； the observing physiologist would have beheld an irremediable misery； he would； perchance； have pitied this sick man； of the law's making； but he would not have even essayed any treatment； he would have turned aside his gaze from the caverns of which he would have caught a glimpse within this soul； and； like Dante at the portals of hell； he would have effaced from this existence the word which the finger of God has； nevertheless； inscribed upon the brow of every man；hope。
Was this state of his soul； which we have attempted to analyze； as perfectly clear to Jean Valjean as we have tried to render it for those who read us？
Did Jean Valjean distinctly perceive； after their formation； and had he seen distinctly during the process of their formation； all the elements of which his moral misery was posed？
Had this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of the succession of ideas through which he had； by degrees； mounted and descended to the lugubrious aspects which had； for so many years； formed the inner horizon of his spirit？ Was he conscious of all that passed within him； and of all that was working there？
That is something which we do not presume to state； it is something which we do not even believe。
There was too much ignorance in Jean Valjean； even after his misfortune； to prevent much vagueness from still lingering there。
At times he did not rightly know himself what he felt。
Jean Valjean was in the shadows； he suffered in the shadows； he hated in the shadows； one might have said that he hated in advance of himself。
He dwelt habitually in this shadow； feeling his way like a blind man and a dreamer。
Only； at intervals； there suddenly came to him； from without and from within； an access of wrath； a surcharge of suffering； a livid and rapid flash which illuminated his whole soul； and caused to appear abruptly all around him； in front； behind； amid the gleams of a frightful light； the hideous precipices and the sombre perspective of his destiny。
The flash passed； the night closed in again； and where was he？ He no longer knew。
The peculiarity of pains of this nature； in which that which is pitilessthat is to say； that which is brutalizingpredominates； is to transform a man； little by little； by a sort of stupid transfiguration； into a wild beast； sometimes into a ferocious beast。
Jean Valjean's successive and obstinate attempts at escape would alone suffice to prove this strange working of the law upon the human soul。
Jean Valjean would have renewed these attempts； utterly useless and foolish as they were； as often as the opportunity had presented itself； without reflecting for an instant on the result； nor on the experiences which he had already gone through。 He escaped impetuously； like the wolf who finds his cage open。 Instinct said to him； 〃Flee！〃
Reason would have said； 〃Remain！〃 But in the presence of so violent a temptation； reason vanished； nothing remained but instinct。
The beast alone acted。
When he was recaptured； the fresh severities inflicted on him only served to render him still more wild。
One detail； which we must not omit； is that he possessed a physical strength which was not approached by a single one of the denizens of the galleys。
At work； at paying out a cable or winding up a capstan； Jean Valjean was worth four men。
He sometimes lifted and sustained enormous weights on his back； and when the occasion demanded it； he replaced that implement which is called a jack…screw； and was formerly called orgueil ＇pride＇； whence； we may remark in passing； is derived the name of the Rue Montorgueil； near the Halles ＇Fishmarket＇ in Paris。
His rades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack…screw。 Once； when they were repairing the balcony of the town…hall at Toulon； one of those admirable caryatids of Puget； which support the balcony； became loosened； and was on the point of falling。
Jean Valjean； who was present； supported the caryatid with his shoulder； and gave the workmen time to arrive。
His suppleness even exceeded his strength。
Certain convicts who were forever dreaming of escape； ended by making a veritable science of force and skill bined。
It is the science of muscles。 An entire system of mysterious statics is daily practised by prisoners； men who are forever envious of the flies and birds。 To climb a vertical surface； and to find points of support where hardly a projection was visible； was play to Jean Valjean。 An angle of the wall being given； with the tension of his back and legs； with his elbows and his heels fitted into the unevenness of the stone； he raised himself as if by magic to the third story。 He sometimes mounted thus even to the roof of the galley prison。
He spoke but little。
He laughed not at all。
An excessive emotion was required to wring from him； once or twice a year； that lugubrious laugh of the convict； which is like t