Combeferre, perhaps, preferred the pure radiance of the beautiful to the flaming glory of the sublime. A light disturbed by smoke, an advance purchased by violence, only half satisfied this tender and serious mind. […] If it is the grandeur of the Revolution to stare at the dazzling ideal, and to fly to it through the lightning, with blood and fire in its talons, then it is the beauty of progress to be without stain.
In the book what happened to the Patron-Minette? And I have a couple of questions about Claquesous (sorry I’ve just finished reading it). Was it really him who was shot on the barricade? I also read that people thought he may have been an undercover police officer? I didn’t pick up on that at all. Is that true or is it just a theory? Thank you for any answers.
I can cover the Claquesous:
The first hint that he might be a police agent comes when P-M ends up in prison after the Gorbeau affair. From IV.2.2 (Hapgood copy-paste):
And finally, on the way from the Gorbeau house to La Force, one of the principal prisoners, Claquesous, had been lost. It was not known how this had been effected, the police agents and the sergeants “could not understand it at all.” He had converted himself into vapor, he had slipped through the handcuffs, he had trickled through the crevices of the carriage, the fiacre was cracked, and he had fled; all that they were able to say was, that on arriving at the prison, there was no Claquesous. Either the fairies or the police had had a hand in it. Had Claquesous melted into the shadows like a snow-flake in water? Had there been unavowed connivance of the police agents? Did this man belong to the double enigma of order and disorder? Was he concentric with infraction and repression? Had this sphinx his fore paws in crime and his hind paws in authority? Javert did not accept such comminations, and would have bristled up against such compromises; but his squad included other inspectors besides himself, who were more initiated than he, perhaps, although they were his subordinates in the secrets of the Prefecture, and Claquesous had been such a villain that he might make a very good agent. It is an excellent thing for ruffianism and an admirable thing for the police to be on such intimate juggling terms with the night. These double-edged rascals do exist. However that may be, Claquesous had gone astray and was not found again. Javert appeared to be more irritated than amazed at this.
Le Cabuc is a strange, shady figure, acting drunk even though Hugo hints that he’s sober, and then shooting the porter for no good reason. Option 1 is that he’s just drunk and nasty. Option 2 is that he’s a police spy who’s trying to undermine the insurrection by killing bystanders, thus making the insurgents look like murderous anarchists to the people of Paris (thereby making it less likely that the people will sympathize with their cause). Hugo then concludes IV.12.8 with one of his funny narrative moments where he explicitly limits his narrator’s omniscience:
We will add, that if we are to believe a tradition of the police, which is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact is, that dating from the death of Le Cabuc, there was no longer any question of Claquesous. Claquesous had nowhere left any trace of his disappearance; he would seem to have amalgamated himself with the invisible. His life had been all shadows, his end was night.
…all of which is a pretty good indicator that you can take Claquesous and Le Cabuc to be the same person.
So if Cl and LC are the same guy (as indicated), and if Cl is a police spy (as also indicated, plus the fact that the police are evidently keeping tabs on both of them), then that goes a long way towards justifying why Enjolras needs to shoot the murderer in the head.
Throwback from May 24, 2012, because Claquesous’ story is subtly important and really, really easy to miss.
It will come, citizens, that day when all shall be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come and is it so that it may come that we are going to die.
Once upon a time there was a girl, there was a boy, there was a poor woman who wanted, there was a queen who couldn’t have, there was a witch who lived under, there was a green frog at the bottom of, there was a troll, a tree, a bear, a bright-eyed bird who knew the secret of, there was a fairy who had lost, there was a child who had found, there was a wizard who had made, there was a princess who had broken, there was a story trying to be told. Listen. The wind is speaking.