[ He inclines his head, musing on this thought for a moment. It really is fascinating, and he makes a note to tell Enjolras about it later.
It’s a note he’ll doubtlessly forget, but something else Clara says brings him pause. Notre Dame had long since fallen into disrepair when he and his friends met their fates, and restoration attempts wouldn’t be put into place until many years afterward. The cathedral he remembers was far from beautiful, and he vaguely recalls the suggestion to remove it being put forward more than once. ]
You know of Notre-Dame de Paris? What an unsightly lady she was, too. How did she still manage to stand when she was crumbling to ruin when last I saw her?
[ Grantaire believes in so little, but somewhere along the line, he’s managed to accept that not everyone is from the year 1832. He’s been forced to. It's terrible, and he's inconsistent with it because he's so unused to it. ]
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It’s a note he’ll doubtlessly forget, but something else Clara says brings him pause. Notre Dame had long since fallen into disrepair when he and his friends met their fates, and restoration attempts wouldn’t be put into place until many years afterward. The cathedral he remembers was far from beautiful, and he vaguely recalls the suggestion to remove it being put forward more than once. ]
You know of Notre-Dame de Paris? What an unsightly lady she was, too. How did she still manage to stand when she was crumbling to ruin when last I saw her?
[ Grantaire believes in so little, but somewhere along the line, he’s managed to accept that not everyone is from the year 1832. He’s been forced to. It's terrible, and he's inconsistent with it because he's so unused to it. ]