United We Stand - Divided We Fall : Barricade Boys

Описание: so this was long under its way.. took me three dammed days because (1) iMovie kept shutting down, (2) having to find all the parts in the book again (3) trying to make it all go together..
anyway, I like how it turned out, so here goes.. It's quite different from anything else on here, but I still love it.

I really struggled with whether the texts should be readable or not, and I came to the conclusion that the ladder was the better choice.. It was too clunky and not very pretty when it was readable... so they're just really there to connect the movie/musical/book all together.. However, everything that is written can be read here:

a group which barely missed becoming historic

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Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible
Combeferre was as gentle as Enjolras was severe, through natural whiteness. He loved the word citizen, but he preferred the word man.

Courfeyrac had, in fact, that animation of youth which may be called the beaute du diable of the mind.

Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense.

Joly had a trick of touching his nose with the tip of his cane, which is an indication of a sagacious mind.

Feuilly had a generous heart. The range of his embrace was immense. This orphan had adopted the peoples.

Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed in anything.

Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything.

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What were these Friends of the A B C?

A society which had for its object apparently the education of children

in reality the elevation of man.

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"You do not believe in everything."
"I believe in you."
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Courfeyrac suddenly caught sight of some one at the base of the barricade, outside in the street, amid the bullets

One bullet [...] finally struck the will-o'-the-wisp of a child. Gavroche was seen to stagger, then he sank to the earth

A second bullet from the same marksman stopped him short. This time he fell face downward on the pavement, and moved no more.

This grand little soul had taken its flight.

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They fought hand to hand, foot to foot, with pistol shots, with blows of the sword, with their fists, at a distance, close at hand, from above, from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had crawled. They were one against sixty.

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Bossuet was killed; Feuilly was killed; Courfeyrac was killed; Combeferre, transfixed by three blows from a bayonet in the breast at the moment when he was lifting up a wounded soldier, had only time to cast a glance to heaven when he expired.

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"Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!"
They recognized the voice of Prouvaire.
A flash passed, a report rang out.
Silence fell again.
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"Long live the Republic!"
crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras.
"Finish both of us at one blow," said he.


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