The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 2 BOOK 2 CHAPTER 11 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 11 Gwynplaine Thinks Justice and Ursus Talks Truth A philosopher is a spy. Ursus a watcher of dreams studied his pupil. Our monologues leave on our brows a faint reflection distinguishable to the eye of a physiognomist. Hence what occurred to Gwynplaine did not escape Ursus. One day as Gwynplaine was meditating Ursus pulled him by his jacket and exclaimed -- You strike me as being an observer You fool Take care it is no business of yours. You have one thing to do--to love Dea. You have two causes of happiness--the first is that the crowd sees your muzzle the second is that Dea does not. You have no right to the happiness you possess for no woman who saw your mouth would consent to your kiss and that mouth which has made your fortune and that face which has given you riches are not your own. You were not born with that countenance. It was borrowed from the grimace which is at the bottom of the infinite. You have stolen your mask from the devil. You are hideous be satisfied with having drawn that prize in the lottery. There are in this world and a very good thing too the happy by right and the happy by luck. You are happy by luck. You are in a cave wherein a star is enclosed. The poor star belongs to you. Do not seek to leave the cave and guard your star O spider You have in your web the carbuncle Venus. Do me the favour to be satisfied. I see your dreams are troubled. It is idiotic of you. Listen I am going to speak to you in the language of true poetry. Let Dea eat beefsteaks and mutton chops and in six months she will be as strong as a Turk marry her immediately give her a child two children three children a long string of children. That is what I call philosophy. Moreover it is happiness which is no folly. To have children is a glimpse of heaven. Have brats--wipe them blow their noses dirt them wash them and put them to bed. Let them swarm about you. If they laugh it is well if they howl it is better--to cry is
