Les Misérables, when a 1000+ page book is worth reading
Reading Les Misérables at the moment. 55 pages read, only 1408 more to go. You know a book is good when it keeps getting better as you go along, and this is one of them. Sometimes there are those books that are slow to start (The Grapes of Wrath is one of them), but then they end up blowing your mind with how good they are.
Best bit so far:
“He contemplated the grandeur, and the presence of God; the eternity of the future, that strange mystery; the eternity of the past, a stranger mystery; all the infinities hidden deep in every direction; and, without trying to comprehend the incomprehensible, he saw it. He did not study God; he was dazzled by Him. He reflected on the magnificent union of atoms, which give visible forms to nature, revealing forces by recognizing them, creating individualities in the unity, proportions in extension, the innumerable in the infinite, and through light producing beauty. These unions are forming and dissolving continually, from which come life and death…
What more was needed by this old man, who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the day time and contemplation at night? … Indeed, is that not everything? What more do you need? A little garden to walk in, and immensity to reflect on. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate on; a few flowers on earth and all the stars in heaven.”