This was the only speech that he could hear, the only sound that broke for him the universal silence. He expanded in it, like a bird in the sunshine. All at once the frenzy of the bell would seize him, his look became wild – he lay in wait for the great bell as aContinue reading “RKS French Literature: Quasimodo and the Bells of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)”
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