OH THE CAVE METAPHOR. In which Victor Hugo gets himself thoroughly tangled up about darkness and light and good and evil, and, like, does he think Marat was a bad guy or not? NOBODY KNOWS. Victor Hugo doesn't know either. It does lead into the discussion of Patron-Minette, though, who I also have a weird fondness for. (My secret theory is that Claquesous is the Phantom of the Opera. HE ALWAYS WEARS A MASK!)

(I am so glad that Socially Awkward St. Jean Valjean is catching on. >:D)