Victor Hugo. The man who laughs (№ 401450)

Marriage to anyone is not to face, he's pale ribbons that adorn the dress, it makes you look older. Marriage is devastatingly clear resolution of the issue. A woman gives herself to the man through the mediation of the notary - you're disgusting! The rudeness of marriage leads to irreparable regulations; it destroys the will, excludes the choice sets, like grammar, its own syntax relations, replaces inspiration by orthography, makes love in dictation, deprives it of any mystery, to come down from the clouds the image of the woman, dressing her in her nightgown, diminish those who have their rights, and those who are subject to them; tipping one scale destroys the charming equilibrium that exists between a floor strong floor and the powerful, between power and beauty, the husband makes the master and the wife, the maid, whereas outside of marriage there are only a slave and the Queen. How to turn a box into something so prosaic that it becomes quite respectable, - is it conceivable that any more vulgar? Not foolish to strive for a fresh love?