Or rather, his whole person was a grimace. His large head, bristling with red hair-between his shoulders an enormous hump, to which he had a corresponding projection in front- a framework of thighs and legs, so strangely gone astray that they touched only at the knees, and when viewed in front, looked like two sickles joined together by the handles- sprawling feet-monstrous hands- and yet with all that deformity, a certain awe-inspiring vigour, agility and courage- strange exception to the everlasting rule which prescribes that strength, like beauty, shall result from harmony.
Victor Hugo, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”
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