Victor Hugo. The man who laughs (№ 458100)

Hail hits, stabs, wounds, stuns, destroys, but snow flakes are worse than hail. Soft, inexorable snowflakes do their job quietly. If you touch them, they melt. Their purity is the same as the sincerity of a hypocrite. Laying down layer by layer, snowflakes grow into an avalanche; By heaping deception upon deception, the hypocrite reaches the point of crime.