Art is, by and large, something of a mystery to Enjolras. It's a deep concern of many of his friends, many dear and brilliant men, and he doesn't disdain it; still, he's never been able to muster much passion or understanding for it.

Bahorel, on the other hand, is a man who can muster a great deal of passion for art. Enjolras is happy to accept his word on the book's craft.

Chapters about Marius's courtship. Marvelous. Indeed, not remotely to Enjolras's taste: he looks very wry, around a bite of pizza.

"I'll take your word for it."

"Though I wouldn't mind reading those sections you'd recommend, at some point."

He's not in any great hurry.