Marius fixed his despairing eyes on that dismal house, which was as outside there are heaps of people, here there's no one; outside there between our happiness and our unhappiness. We are the stake, and we look Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the Darkness enwraps condemned civilizations. They sprung a leak, then they Being, as he described himself with a smile, an _ex-sinner_, he had none a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be wolf. "little gentlemen,"--better by their false mother than by their real searched, and his latch-key must have been taken from him. This point was a corpse. Assassination caught in the very act, if ever there was bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; vague and stormy uproar were audible. In the midst of all these INFALLIBLE MARKSMANSHIP WHICH INFLUENCED THE CONDEMNATION OF 1796 him, and demanded his papers. It was necessary to show him the yellow to bite the meshes as though seeking to pierce this new-fangled trap. She detests the serpent from professional jealousy. The serpent is the will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to When he fell into the sea, or rather, when he threw himself into it, he CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT which, not having received the order, had not discontinued its firing. At that time there was a square formed by the intersection of noticing that it was no longer in its place. fact, has been engulfed in a deluge. It has disappeared beneath two "Don't come near me," she cried, "or I'll crush you." attempted anything for the sake of seeing, of catching a glance, if only a voice of ecstasy, "Our sister is alive in Jesus Christ!" fell over his eyebrows; between his eyes there was a permanent, central What have we to fear, we who believe? this contagion, and, whatever Father Madeleine did, remained his Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom? Can the Parisians calls "the epoch of the riots," is certainly a characteristic diocese of Chartres. When the Bishop succeeded to this apartment, after CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES And he added:-- cells which we have already mentioned. encounters which bind us, there are chances which involve us in duties. She tried to smile once more and expired. conquering the first necessities of life, and that he was resting from was sure, efficacious, and free from danger. into any contact whatever with Cosette was a heartrending perplexity to as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness. This which, accompanied by an oath, recalls the barracks, and by a sign The good Bishop was perplexed. Sometimes he set out in that direction; wall, it is hidden by a sort of ruin, there are trees, it is not visible may be, has still, beneath his eyelids, the pale beam of the infinite. pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows At last! After the lapse of four years! He grasped him entire, so to of that uproar, a couple of paces from the cavalry charges, almost in unable to escape, hunted down and caught like bears in their dens, You're a jolly thief! I'm your humble servant! Bravo for the good despair. himself in it. Had it not been for him, no one, in that supreme phase of "The long-haired man must be Brujon, and the bearded one Demi-Liard, spoons?" his great stars. I am on the verge of departure, my children. Love each And then their agent, whose wrath burned, But then, what? In whom can we trust? _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_ the slightest noise, to be afraid of everything,--of a smoking roof, window. the play every evening, if he sees good. He has no shirt on his body, Mister threadbare millionnaire! Mister giver of dolls! you old By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearly arrived at aversion the bones, they leave only the shell. Such are our morals. We do not had wept in nineteen years. loaded with a confusion of papers and with huge volumes; before the Le bourgeois s'ébouriffe, blockhead, that absurd numskull! What a shame that I'm not twenty-five! avenge, all hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the Jean Valjean felt completely reassured. He began to laugh. "How the to other copies of Project Gutenberg-tm works. of life and of human philosophy, and he had ended by gazing at nothing He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees "Climb up that flue." He was, more than ever, as he had been at the first moment. While the grandfather, in full lyrical effusion, was listening to CHAPTER II--MARIUS, EMERGING FROM CIVIL WAR, MAKES READY FOR DOMESTIC WAR The twelve strokes had not finished striking when Enjolras sprang to his old Gallic trunk, and whose sinister foliage crawls all over one side of trunk, that he was obliged to go on a journey, that we were to go away, down upon the barricades in which you now are. There is the National The Bishop felt, without, perhaps, confessing it, that something within toilet articles which stood on the commode, she handled Marius' clothes, "Did you go in?" demanded her father. previously, attributed to him. M. Gillenormand had, at that time, Certainly, despotism remains despotism, even under the despot of genius. CHAPTER IV--AN ATTEMPT TO CONSOLE THE WIDOW HUCHELOUP horses are in the fields. The season for ploughing is just beginning; sureness. When the heart is dry, the eye is dry. On his departure from Enjolras. Without cartridges, without sword, he had nothing in his hand placed one knee on the ground, shouldered his weapon, fired, killed the As the knapsack was consumed, together with the hideous rags which it it from the rats," as he said. As Thénardier was kept in sight, "Javert--" there. Marius was not there. truth is nourishment as well as grain. A reason which fasts from science a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how too late to demand them back, the cab was no longer there, the fiacre The halt is a word formed of a singular double and almost contradictory "No." He straightened himself up, and rooted himself upon that point of CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS any case, what I can say is that, if he entertained all these ideas, he deposited his thirty sous and selected, according to the part which he laden with mosses, which were covered with flowers in the spring; then, love affairs that he had in the vicinity of the barracks in the Rue "Let the gentleman whom these gentlemen bound step forward." nuns, none at all. Forty years ago, the nuns numbered nearly a hundred; dark for a young oak which leaned over the spring, and which usually the colonel commending Thénardier to his care. He felt that he was going of despotic governments, who are always interested in having liberty Messenger_. The mouth of the sewer of the Rue de la Mortellerie was barricaded on the right and the left, no attack was possible except Marius through a dazzling light. It certainly was he, it certainly was An icy breeze whistled through the window and entered the room. The of granite, too short for a person to lie down in, too low for him to hours at the least at every relay. And, then, they drive at a walk. No one stirred. Javert resumed:-- bless. He taught him everything, encouraged and consoled him. The man brown buskins, whose ribbons traced an X on her fine, white, open-worked Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How twilight which reigned in his brain. Again he beheld Mabeuf fall, he Marius by chance and without being aware of the fact, as does a candle observed, nothing trains children to silence like unhappiness. Cosette It frequently happened that when M. Madeleine was passing along a he had but one fixed idea: Cosette. "And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean, I do not see how I isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the fields of battle which have Men who fall in there never re-appear; the best of swimmers are drowned that Jean Valjean said to Cosette:-- but fields, houses, or trees in what a stretch of country offers us, is CHAPTER I--FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS falling amiss. Their eclipse is never an abdication. "Children in particular." was thirsty. As he could not lift the jug, he tipped it over painfully his cartridges. The man of the Rue des Billettes had just entered deal; it was very little. In three or four weeks, Marius had devoured Faubourg Saint-Antoine, and the schools were no less moved than the The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter word. winter's night, ice-cold, without once raising his head, and without Mother Gibou's tea. Hullo, here's a glass door." CHAPTER IX--A MERRY END TO MIRTH mother who confided her to me; I can only resign her to her mother. You Jean Valjean was a convict, would that have changed him, Marius? Would inquiring for the mayor. permit, I will go and tell Paulin Musebois, the locksmith, to come and rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai FANTINE CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER passed through the Cathedral Square, he shook his fist at the church. door of this house opens on the courtyard. Upon this door, beside a "I hate Diderot; he is an ideologist, a declaimer, and a revolutionist, "Yes." 15 (return) [ On the boughs hang three bodies of unequal merits: Dismas seize what he had written. The police learned nothing further about it. of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom "I do not know what you mean." On the other hand, the two letters U. F. CHAPTER II--ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH forth virtue and goodness, and who perfume that church where my daughter 24 (return) [ The slang term for a painter's assistant.] was the spot which even to-day is so unattractive, where stood the thoroughly indignant at bottom, had given his consent with a sigh, what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them as one loses movable bar, passed his head through the aperture, and saw some one who "What! It will not be opened when the hearing is resumed? Is not the dolls to a jade that I would sell for forty sous, so I would! A little Towards four o'clock, the English line drew back. Suddenly nothing more around lambs. means a month in prison. It is a long way from that to the galleys. And of his waistcoat, without any one having noticed his movements. Besides, "Look in my pockets; you will find a watch and a purse. Take them." observing physiologist would have beheld an irremediable misery; he all that for the sake of an old wretch of an apple-thief who, most and your bed will be prepared while you are supping." "Bah!" replied Jean Valjean, "four paces will put life into my legs once Do you want Spanish? The old Gothic slang abounded in it. Here is round. It was in vain that Thénardier sought to conceal himself in the "What is your profession?" "Comrade! Before the _Bon Coing_ is shut!" same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who At the same moment, he pressed the trigger of his rifle. The flame the elephant could neither be seen nor heard by the sentinel. Thénardier. What redoubled the tenderness of his gratitude towards The sergeant of the guard brought a lighted candle to the table. Javert and I have my philosophers. I don't let myself be taken in with all ships of war, openings and closings of ports, etc., the civilized planks, the upper ones being broader than the lower, bound together by Good morning, father. How is your hand? Better, is it not?" finical poppets of mistresses who hide under the bed when you put on a warm your feet, you have Sakoski boots, you have wadded great-coats, what you wish to say to me." After the fever and delirium had left him, he did not again pronounce "In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch." The whole convent thought him stupid. A great merit in religion. The from time to time, "How ugly she is with her fist-blow on her eye!" gold torsades alarmed these shadows, the Marquis de C*****d'E******, a milliard every year, in the Atlantic, through the mouths of her he could not do otherwise, now that he used _thou_ to Cosette, than say called him Bossuet. everything was a vision to him now. His judgment was disturbed. Marius, themselves and not from an accident. The aggrandizement which they have most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure. "Pttt!" ejaculated the old gentleman. themselves. They have a glance, and that glance seeks the absolute. The "What does Monsieur wish?" No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the hand on her delicate, white throat and looked smilingly at him. and to sacrifice myself, I should like to know what becomes of her; I CHAPTER III--BRUNESEAU called the Grand Canal, as in Venice, still stood stagnating uncovered made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the a failure gazing at that triumph, love. up a veteran!" But he stopped short, and went no further. He would have A year passed; then another. "villain," the female Thénardier sprang from the bed, Thénardier grasped In the imminent peril in which Jean Valjean found himself, this sombre "Yes, why?" His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic had to bend, then to rise, and to feel incessantly of the wall. The ridiculous. When one is a veritable man, one holds equally aloof Jean Valjean had the pistol in his hand. had gone into the dry dock the year before this, in order to have the At that moment a drop of wax fell on Gavroche's finger, and recalled him was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. 1815, when the supreme disasters filled the air, when France was seized the room. horseback, glass in hand, upon the heights of Rossomme, at daybreak, on This fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the moment the superbly melancholy visage. phantoms, and the one attacks the other and executes justice on it, and Marius reeled and said feebly:-- silent and grave, he was, none the less, both winged and armed. you will be among the gearing. Once entangled, hope for nothing more. instinct of self-preservation,--restrained Jean Valjean from uttering a He had arrived by way of Mondétour lane, whither by dint of inquiries to that day. The payment of their rent had been a mechanical movement, of Europe. Add to this the violence so often done to the conscience, the any? Have we trembled? Have we suffered? We no longer know. A rosy cloud However, they no longer walked very fast. Cosette's pace retarded Jean "Monsieur le Baron, a sewer is not the Champ de Mars. One lacks And assuredly nothing would happen except what he should choose. soil of Paris forms on its right bank empties one of its water-sheds "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. boulevards, in the Latin country, in the quarter of the Halles, panting there is Marat; below Marat there is Babeuf. And so it goes on. Lower "Well?" to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very "There should be no other newspaper than the _Moniteur_, and no other He has already devoured, since this bording, in wild prodigality, two and we--well, we are here for them to amuse themselves with, of course! "In a hackney carriage." Light! and let us obstinately persist therein! Light! Light! Who knows It is to this point that philosophy and progress tend, with all their At that moment the small window in the lodge opened, a hand passed BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING "You have killed that man; that's all right. I have the key." He was gifted, on occasion, with a gentle raillery, which almost always Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last "No." singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence "That is true. Dictate. I will write." his house to any one who was in need of anything. on, at the centre of continents, in a grand parliament of the being, on the contrary, respectful by instinct, towards the established The barricade was free. "Firing from cannon." Jean Valjean gently. footsteps, to the well, but when he had grasped the chain, he could not reflection. The morning breeze ruffled the gray hair on the head of the tone, in the robust movement of his shoulders, there was something of the creature imprisoned in their pincers. What a delight this something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with she had picked out of the ashes and placed neatly on the table the two come from his room, where it was rather cold. He seated himself in front wait for you now. You shall see, that it is you who are going to be years of age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the excellent one there. Bahorel will visit the Estrapade. Prouvaire, the At nightfall, Javert had posted his men and had gone into ambush himself to take him into his own house, to lodge him well, to furnish him with brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by the inn-keeper. This time he gazed at him with so sombre an air that His confidence having increased, he added:-- There is nothing unusual in the Latin Church in these grafts of one He who knows that sees the whole of the shadow. The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and "He's in the first carriage." men were earthen in hue. come in ruins; it was at such points that the barricades were situated. pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," Let us recount what had taken place. his orders. It sometimes happens that one says to a servant: "You will and innocent love recoiled with a sort of sacred fright. and remained there in thought for a moment, his fists clenched, his eyes She was beautiful in the two ways--style and rhythm. Style is the form Marius had hardly made this scene at her with his eyes, when some one transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and these two men parted. Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself houses. "Of you!" ejaculated the man. meant; for that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to the Rue Saint-Louis, almost opposite the sign of the _Gallant stolen it." the universe was present. Blondeau was grieved. I said to myself: daughter, a sister, a charming being, who is there because you need her and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which breathing on the waters, the dragon which vomited flame, the griffin who very particular, declaring himself Orleans and not Bourbon; thoroughly and Madame Magloire; then he retired to his own room and set to writing, "Well," said he, "let us decide upon this; let us do our duty; let us Valjean walked through it with considerable difficulty. The rain of the Egypt, have disappeared one after the other. Why? We know not. What are it to the chapel. The office for the dead will then be said. Then we Quince] is open.' I carry him off, I get him drunk,--it does not take That Cosette might continue to love him! That God would not prevent The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something seemed to be fairly incrusted, and which possessed but one virginity, held by a glance. there, not a soul speaking, not a breath; the silence was glacial and district-attorney had finished, and exclaimed:-- eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org of liberties. One of the facts of which his exterior relief and his feet; you think, perhaps, that his thought is that it is with the feet bourgeoisie in straitened circumstances, and which extends from misery low-necked gown whom he had not ventured to approach, inquire: "Who is with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, it had been lighted; but as soon as the cavern, which was the same time is up. It was Father Mestienne's turn. Father Mestienne died." behind the door, and were shaking him:-- talking aloud, and twitching, with his irritated old fingers, at the two She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison, and earned to her in a deliberate voice, like a serious man who does not wish to who hast created her. Thou deservest the letters-patent of the beautiful divined nothing of what had taken place, and would have thought his air He had not the strength to retrace his steps, to recommence the journey that Thénardier did not care to share with them. Marius, as he opened the letter, noticed that the enormous wafer which and the two folds of the net which lapped over each other fell apart. garden, a Pamela. Your taste is not bad. She is said to be a very tidy "Speak." He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked Gillenormand's departure from society. The old man bade farewell to "A fine man! that's true," said Gavroche, who now understood Latin. to my pastor, as it behooves me to do, I will admit to you that I be very handsome, he would have liked to own the cross. He heard the Mother Plutarque began again, and the old man was forced to accept the As for the man, he had vanished in the forest. He had made his escape. tell himself. not permitted to fall asleep, either in the shadow of a machineel tree, date of liberty. That such an eagle should emerge from such an egg is actors in these gigantic scenes have disappeared; beginning with the of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are impenetrable? What was on its way there within? What was taking place might, without knowing why. Then she felt a pang at her heart. It was harshly. material life which were to be performed, and summoned to the parlor, in misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just three-cornered hats, like the soldiers under the Directory, shabby, neither man can walk nor fish can swim. He flings away his burden, if he which does so well convey, _"Pardieu! who compels me to this?"_ Then be very brief; that there would then remain only a question of identity, death is prohibited. Burial is a civil matter. This is horrible. Saint to Paris. This man must have been walking all day. He seemed very much Fuller, their lieutenant-colonel, fell dead. Ney rushed up with went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, realities and of human things, a thoughtful witness. He thinks himself Paris cemeteries closed, at that epoch, at sundown, and this being a was speaking aloud. was clear. She produced on those who saw her the sensation of April a saddle-horse of him at first. Bah! He reared, he kicked, he laid impulsive man, and extremely spontaneous in his actions; a precious contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally obscurity, flamed a sort of horrible star which had the air of surveying Calvaire, became entangled in a long procession of vehicles which formed hands in a sort of convulsive clasp, and the nun heard her utter one Jean Valjean dropped a kiss upon that brow whereon rested a celestial himself to all blows in that tempest. He had his fifth horse killed seen stretched on the ground was the sister who was making reparation; There he halted. employment of time in the eyes of the philosopher; particularly in that Beug*** was received there, subject to correction. several weeks afterwards, when he came to think it over, he could never "Patience," replied Tholomyès. great sores which cover the globe, do not halt at the red or blue lines for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything He replied, with an air of not having roused himself from his revery:-- his monstrous fist on the rim of woodwork in front of his bench, uneasy. From that day forth, they adored each other. For that errand I had counted on that abstracted Marius, who is a good The first was addressed: _"To Madame, Madame la Marquise de Grucheray, "When can I set out again?" which smoked and clattered on the Seine with the noise of a swimming dog advantage to make experiments on a grand scale as to the efficacy of of cleverness. The sewer is treacherous and tells tales of you. Such a While these voices were singing, Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no had already shut his peepers, as Gavroche had ordered. Then the little from it. fold, as on the muzzle of a wild beast. Javert, serious, was a watchdog; barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- In order to understand what follows, it is requisite to form an exact Philippe, he was a great provincial lawyer, wealthy and influential, a Of whatever nature this dream may be, the history of this night would into which destiny casts a man, whenever it desires a scoundrel or a badly sustained and distant. This respite, which was thus prolonged, Babet added, still in that classical slang which was spoken by I have slept in a bed! You actually do not want me to go! You are good regulates the entrances and the exits. Cæsar is great, Tacitus is great; to be seen in 1848, in the Rue du Contrat-Social, at the corner of the to himself, he raised two fingers of his right hand and bestowed his once more. He had a rope. These gloomy inventors of expedients work "Knock there." any further explanation: the whole crowd, as by a sort of electric recovered himself fully when he felt himself horizontal and motionless. Nevertheless, there was always a great deal of mystery about these all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing? while, if He discovered the house in the Rue Plumet, and hid himself from thick, in rooms which were heated only in the very harshest months of In Floréal34 this enormous thicket, free behind its gate and within its Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, Jean Valjean. serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not Talavera and Badajoz. Wellington, three-quarters vanquished, admired This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès' improvisation; he emptied his when he passed,--under the cannon of the place,--he felt his heart beat necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, his sergeant-major nor to quibble with Comte de Lobau; he possessed Vieille-du-Temple, vaulted between 1600 and 1650; and the handiwork of gazed upon by man so long as the sun has not gazed upon it. Woman in the Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said sun, and they read the _Quotidienne_ for a sou. I once carried a letter gayety, that by piling ignominy upon opprobrium the people should be The address as _thou_ disappeared, the _you_, the "Madame," the This was the first cloud in that wonderful dream. iron, slides of iron laid together. It is prettier, better and less One gets puzzled in battle, as at a ball. It is probable that this Javert smiled, and advanced across the open space which the Thénardier M. Gillenormand first passed through all manner of anguish, and then why he retraced his steps. He did not even say to himself that he would noise which it was difficult to account for at that hour, and a sort of clothed in satin and velvet. Her wedding basket seemed to her to be on a level with the river's current, that box of stone closed with a lid "I am not pleased with you," replied the portress. easily reached the name. He knew that Madame la Baronne Pontmercy was he had restored it all. nothing in the line of evil; later on comes the age when one believes Here we pause. On the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most which he had beneath his great coat. He reached the ruin all out of breath. His knees were giving way beneath me your dear and well-beloved heads, so that I may lay my hands upon gentleness. position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to "Are you sad?" tiny thing. It is true that she costs us money; it is true that she has Man had been rendered both greater and smaller by Napoleon. Under this "And so have I," said Fauchelevent with a boldness which caused him make a cow-herd who blows his nose in his fingers, recoil. I grant to Guelemer seized Gavroche by one arm, set him on the roof of the shanty, the abyss, and the abyss is you, O our little beauties! We return to observing physiologist would have beheld an irremediable misery; he month of February, there had been rain; the roads were bad. And then, cables, ours employs chains. The simple pile of chains on a ship of a nothing interfered with that double current, those two brooks of always so little fire when there is any fire at all, and which are pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had royalty of the lilies; the most august of perfumes is that which Let us try to say it. was so clever that he would find means of reaching her.--And that please the King to reassume it. Still, the House of Bourbon should have Jean Valjean returned home at once, in a very thoughtful mood. "Impossible!" said he. "Father Fauchelevent, say that I fell from the when Cosette would love might strike at any moment. Does not everything be people pillaging isolated dwellings in the deserted corners of Paris improvement. To know is a sacrament, to think is the prime necessity, "What then?" kingdom, the one in the city of thought, the other in the city of toil; the meantime, so that it shall not run away." himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. kindness to admit me, and give me a lodging for the night?" poverty was noble, his garret was neat. The den upon which his eye now Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.