Grantaire, the drunk in the corner, the loud voice eloquent only in its cynical nothings, its indiscriminate prattle, its education hollowed by lack of conviction; Grantaire, who believes in nothing, and would have others do the same.
Enjolras welcomes all of sincere conviction and a desire to do good. But Grantaire has spent years displaying none of that, for all his stubborn opaque loyalty to drinking in this company.
"You, to warm up, in the name of principles, hearts that have grown cold!"
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Grantaire, the drunk in the corner, the loud voice eloquent only in its cynical nothings, its indiscriminate prattle, its education hollowed by lack of conviction; Grantaire, who believes in nothing, and would have others do the same.
Enjolras welcomes all of sincere conviction and a desire to do good. But Grantaire has spent years displaying none of that, for all his stubborn opaque loyalty to drinking in this company.
"You, to warm up, in the name of principles, hearts that have grown cold!"