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After the Funeral


The count was alone with Morrel, who remained motionless as a statue.

“Come,” said Monte-Cristo, touching his shoulder with his finger, “are you a man again, Maxmillian?”

“O, do not fear, my friend,” said Morrel, raising his head, and smiling with a sweet expression; “I shall no longer attempt my life. My grief will kill me of itself.”

“My friend,” said Monte-Cristo, with an expression of melancholy equal to his own, “listen to me: one day, in a moment of despair like yours, since it led to a similar resolution, I, like you, wished to kill myself; one day your father, equally desperate, wished to kill himself too. If anyone had said to your father, at the moment he raised the pistol to his head — if anyone had told me, when in my prison I pushed back the food I had not tasted for three days — if any one had said to either of us then, ‘Live! the day will come when you will be happy, and will bless life!’ - no matter whose voice had spoken, we should have heard him with the smile of doubt, or the anguish of incredulity; and yet how many times has your father blessed life while embracing you! How often have I myself —”

“Ah,” exclaimed Morrel, interrupting the count, “you had only lost your liberty, my father had only lost his fortune, but I have lost my love.”

“Look at me,” said Monte-Cristo, with that expression which sometimes made him so eloquent and persuasive — “I have told you to hope.”

The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas


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Jan. 23rd, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
LOVED THAT BOOK. Makes me wanna watch Gankutsuou again.
Jan. 23rd, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)
I need to get a new copy of the book so I can read it again (I lost it when I was in middle school, but had this passage written down).
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