"Me!" Grantaire echoes. The tone of mockery rings out again in his voice.
"When I get going, I'm formidable. I've read Prudhomme, I know the Contrat Social, I know my constitution of the year Two by heart. 'The Liberty of the citizen ends where the Liberty of another citizen begins.' Do you take me for a brute? I have an old assignat in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the sovereignty of the people, ye gods! I'm even a bit of a Hébertist. I can repeat," he says, self-derisively -- it is the truth, after all, and Enjolras knows it well -- "for six hours at a time, watch in hand, superb things."
They are only words. Words are easy. Enjolras, with his shining passion, does not know how easy words are.
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"When I get going, I'm formidable. I've read Prudhomme, I know the Contrat Social, I know my constitution of the year Two by heart. 'The Liberty of the citizen ends where the Liberty of another citizen begins.' Do you take me for a brute? I have an old assignat in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the sovereignty of the people, ye gods! I'm even a bit of a Hébertist. I can repeat," he says, self-derisively -- it is the truth, after all, and Enjolras knows it well -- "for six hours at a time, watch in hand, superb things."
They are only words. Words are easy. Enjolras, with his shining passion, does not know how easy words are.