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  <title>Javert</title>
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  <updated>2009-04-19T06:15:37Z</updated>
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    <title>OOM: breaking point - January 1823</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T00:59:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-19T06:15:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;(Javert makes what should be a routine arrest after witnessing a prostitute's assault on a gentleman.  However,&lt;/i&gt; Monsieur le maire&lt;i&gt; Madeleine, whom Javert has long suspected of not being what he seems, is moved by the woman's story of the daughter whose well-being relies on her income, and interferes to release her.  Javert, stunned by this abortion of proper justice, finds himself forced to speak against a figure of authority for the first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt [heavily edited to keep this post to a reasonable length] courtesy of Julie Rose's translation of &lt;/i&gt;Les Misérables&lt;i&gt; by Victor Hugo.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and he was heard to say something unprecedented:  "&lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt;, that can't be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inspector Javert, the highest form of justice is one's conscience.  I've heard the woman out.  I know what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I, &lt;i&gt;monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt;, don't know what I am seeing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to me carefully.  She will not do a single day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those decisive words, Javert risked a glare at the mayor and said to him, though in a tone that was still scrupulously respectful, "It causes me despair to go against &lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt;; this is the first time in my life, but he will deign to permit me to observe that I am within the bounds of my responsibilities.  I will confine myself, since &lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt; wishes it, to the case of the citizen in question.  I was there.  This girl threw herself at Monsieur Bamatabois, who is a voter.  &lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt;, this matter is a case for the street patrol and so it concerns me, and I am holding this woman, Fantine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At these words, Monsieur Madeleine folded his arms and said in a harsh voice that no one in the town had ever yet heard, "The case you are talking about is a matter for the municipal police.  By the terms of articles nine, fifteen, and sixty-six by the code of criminal law, I am the judge of it.  I order this woman to be set free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javert struggled to make one last stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, &lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt; -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me refer you to article eighty-one of the law of December 13, 1799, on arbitrary detention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt;, allow -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not another word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out," said Monsieur Madeleine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javert took the blow standing, full on and bang in the chest like a Russian soldier.  He bowed practically to the ground to &lt;i&gt;Monsieur le maire&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/21634258.html"&gt;left&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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