The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 2 BOOK 2 CHAPTER 7 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 2 BOOK 2 CHAPTER 7 Blindness Gives Lessons in Clairvoyance At times Gwynplaine reproached himself. He made his happiness a case of conscience. He fancied that to allow a woman who could not see him to love him was to deceive her. What would she have said could she have suddenly obtained her sight How she would have felt repulsed by what had previously attracted her How she would have recoiled from her frightful loadstone What a cry What covering of her face What a flight A bitter scruple harassed him. He told himself that such a monster as he had no right to love. He was a hydra idolized by a star. It was his duty to enlighten the blind star. One day he said to Dea -- You know that I am very ugly. I know that you are sublime she answered. He resumed -- When you hear all the world laugh they laugh at me because I am horrible. I love you said Dea. After a silence she added -- I was in death you brought me to life. When you are here heaven is by my side. Give me your hand that I may touch heaven. Their hands met and grasped each other. They spoke no more but were silent in the plenitude of love. Ursus who was crabbed had overheard this. The next day when the three were together he said -- For that matter Dea is ugly also. The word produced no effect. Dea and Gwynplaine were not listening. Absorbed in each other they rarely heeded such exclamations of Ursus. Their depth was a dead loss. This time however the precaution of Ursus Dea is also ugly indicated in this learned man a certain knowledge of women. It is certain that Gwynplaine in his loyalty had been guilty of an imprudence. To have said I am ugly to any other blind girl than Dea might have been dangerous. To be blind and in love is to be twofold blind. In such a situation dreams are dreamt. Illusion is the food of dreams. Take illusion from love and you take from it its aliment. It is compounded of every enthusiasm of both physical and moral admiration. Moreover you should .
