I refuse your charter point-blank. A charter is a mask; the lie lurks beneath it. A people which accepts a charter abdicates.
The law is only the law when entire.
No! no charter!"
It was winter; a couple of fagots were crackling in the fireplace. This was tempting, and Courfeyrac could not resist.
He crumpled the poor Touquet Charter in his fist, and flung it in the fire. The paper flashed up.
Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn philosophically, and contented himself with saying:--
"The charter metamorphosed into flame."
And sarcasms, sallies, jests, that French thing which is called entrain, and that English thing which is called humor, good and bad taste, good and bad reasons, all the wild pyrotechnics of dialogue, mounting together and crossing from all points of the room, produced a sort of merry bombardment over their heads.
BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C
CHAPTER V
ENLARGEMENT OF HORIZON
The shocks of youthful minds among themselves have this admirable property, that one can never foresee the spark, nor divine the lightning flash.
What will dart out presently?
No one knows. The burst of laughter starts from a tender feeling.
At the moment of jest, the serious makes its entry.
Impulses depend on the first chance word.
The spirit of each is sovereign, jest suffices to open the field to the unexpected.
These are conversations with abrupt turns, in which the perspective changes suddenly. Chance is the stage-manager of such conversations.