are not to disarrange the cover of my dreadful pit. Thus, I, a dead man, should have thrust myself upon you who are living beings.
I should have condemned her to myself forever. You and Cosette and I would have had all three of our heads in the green cap!
Does it not make you shudder?
I am only the most crushed of men; I should have been the most monstrous of men. And I should have committed that crime every day!
And I should have had that face of night upon my visage every day! every day! And I should have communicated to you a share in my taint every day! every day! to you, my dearly beloved, my children, to you, my innocent creatures!
Is it nothing to hold one''s peace? is it a simple matter to keep silence?
No, it is not simple.
There is a silence which lies.
And my lie, and my fraud and my indignity, and my cowardice and my treason and my crime, I should have drained drop by drop, I should have spit it out, then swallowed it again, I should have finished at midnight and have begun again at midday, and my `good morning'' would have lied, and my `good night'' would have lied, and I should have slept on it, I should have eaten it, with my bread, and I should have looked Cosette in the face, and I should have responded to the smile of the angel by the smile of the damned soul, and I should have been an abominable villain! Why should I do it? in order to be happy.