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Introduction He Wrote His Masterpieces
Introduction He Wrote His Masterpieces
1939 by age
27 the young Victor
Hugo in 1829
had witnessed the spectacle of the
guillotine on several
occasions and was angered at the
spectacle that Society made of
it it was the day after crossing the
Dhat
Bon the famous figure in the literary
movement of Romanticism and France's
preeminent literary figure during the
early 19th century
in his youth Hugo resolved to be quote
ChatOn or
nothing and his life would come to
parallel that of his predecessor in many
ways like
chat Hugo further the cause of
1885 at age
83 he was honored with a state
funeral in the pantheon of Paris an
event attended by over two million
people the largest in French
history to the
book The Last Day of The Condemned
man I can only imagine a young
intelligent and articulate as well as
observant man swept up in the art and
intellectual movement of Romanticism at
its epicenter in the City of Lights in
the early 19th centur
country such a young man so
overwhelmed by what he saw as social
injustice as to pause in his early
success to write a firstperson
monologue of a Man convicted to die by
guillet in
1829 thus is the young writer destined
to become one of Europe's greatest
authors then on the doorstep of
Fame Romanticism placed the highest
importance on the freedom of artists to
authentically express their sentiments
and
ideas Victor Hugo did just that without
hesitancy for many years until his
Exile and the tale he
unfolds simple and yet over
overwhelmingly complex in the
mind in forward notes from British
journalist and author quote to wake
every morning knowing that this day
might be your
last is to live with a mental anguish
the release of which can only come in
your inevitable
execution such is the life of a French
prisoner a man vilified by society and
signature in my humble
opinion
admittedly I did not expect my search
for Victor Hugo's first mature work of
fiction to result in a book with such a
title and granted it may well not be the
book one might select in a great books
search however the last day of a
condemned man is indeed only a brief
twoyear step from one of Victor Hugo's
most famous novels The Hunchback of do
fre now I am a
captive my body is fettered in a Cell my
brain imprisoned in a fixed idea and
Dreadful bloody and merciless it
is I now have but one thought a lone
conviction and a single certainty
that I am condemned to
death try as I will this hellish thought
will not leave me like a leaden ghost at
my elbow that imperiously banishes all
other
preoccupations reflects my wretchedness
back to me and shakes me in its icy
grasp when I wish to turn my head away
or close my
eyes it assumes all the guises in which
my mind seeks
Refuge mingles in Grim chorus with all
the words spoken to me stands by me as I
press against the hateful bars of my
cell nags me during my waking hours
watches over my fitful sleep and recurs
in my dreams in the shape of a
knife I've just been jolted awake
pursued by this thought but telling
myself it was only a
dream if only it
were but long before my heavy Lids have
opened wide enough to see this fatal
Obsession writ large on the Grim reality
of my surroundings which are the damp
clammy flags of myself the dim beam of
my NightLight the coarse weave of my
garments the brooding face of the sentry
with his ammunition pouched duy glinting
through the
bars all already it seems that a voice
has whispered in my
ear condemned to
death it was one fine morning in August
three days before my trial had
begun but three days now my name and my
crime had alerted a flock of Spectators
who swooped down on the benches of the
Court like prows citing a
corpse and for three days The Surreal
page of Judges Witnesses defense and
prosecution had ebbed and flowed before
me now grotesque now bloody but always
dark and
threatening on the very two nights of
anxiety and panic a stopped me from
sleeping a week but by the third I had
succumbed to tedium and
tiredness at midnight while the jury was
still deliberating I had been brought
back to the straw of my cell and fell at
once fast asleep into the sleep of
forgetfulness my first hours of repose
for a good many
days at the deepest point of my deep
Slumber they came and woke me
again this time neither the heavy tread
of the W's hob nailed Boots the jingling
of his bunch of keys nor the harsh
Screech of the bolts being drawn back
could Rouse me from my torper before his
rough hand was on my arm and his rough
voice barking in my ear on your
feet I opened my eyes and sat up in
Terror at that moment through the narrow
window set high on my cell wall I saw on
the ceiling of the corridor that ran
outside which was the nearest I got to
seeing the sky the yellow glow that eyes
accustomed to prison Darkness know
unfailingly
to be the
son love the
son fine day I said to the
Jailer he was silent for a moment as
though not certain that this warranted a
reply then forced himself roughly to
mumble I suppose so I made no movement
my mind still half asleep with a smile
on my lips as I gazed on the gentle
golden reflection that dappled the
ceiling What a fine day I
repeated yes said the man but they are
waiting for
you these few words like the cobweb that
arrests an insect in full flight dumped
me unceremoniously into the real world
in a sudden flash of recognition I saw
the dingy courtroom the sickle shaped
judge's bench draped in bloody Rags the
three rows of Bine
Witnesses the two jeams sitting at
either side of my bench the black gowns
tossing the heads of the crowd dancing
in the dim light of the back and
swiveling to fix itself upon me the
Relentless gaze of those 12 jurors who
had sat up while I
slept I got up my teeth were chattering
my trembling hands droped van vainly for
my clothes and my legs felt weak I took
one step and stumbled like a porter bent
double beneath his burden
nevertheless I followed the
Jailer the two jeam were waiting for me
at the door of the cell they put the
handcuffs on me there was an intricate
little lock and they did it up with
care I offered no
resistance what was one call in a bigger
preferred yes
death and anyway some inner voice
prompted me I can say so without
tempting faith when have death sentences
ever been pronounced except at midnight
by flickering torch light in a dingy
black boardroom on a cold and rainy
Winter's night but in August at 8 in the
morning on such a fine day and with such
decent jurors it would be
Unthinkable and my eyes moved back to
the pretty yellow flower in the
sunlight just then the president of the
Court who had only been waiting for my
counsel to appear bid me stand up the
guard shouldered arms and at once all
the onlook onlookers were on their feet
an unprepossessing individual seated at
a table beneath the judges deis who must
have been the clerk of court stood to
address the assembly and read out the
verdict that the jury had pronounced in
my
absence my limbs were suddenly drenched
in a cold sweat and I leaned against the
wall so as not to
collapse Council for the defense have
you anything to say in mitigation of the
sentence asked the presiding
judge it was for me to have believe and
plenty to say
but nothing occurred to me my tongue
stayed glued to the roof of my
mouth my defense councel stood up I saw
that he was trying to soften the jury's
verdict into substitute for the sentence
that it carried the Lesser one that I
had been so outraged to find him
anticipated my indignation must have
been strong indeed to have surfaced amid
this multitude of emot tions conflicting
in me I tried to shout out loud what I
had already told him death is infinitely
to be
preferred but words failed me and I
could do no more than grab him roughly
by the arm crying desperately
no the king's attorney refuted my
counsel and I listened to him in Dumb
satisfaction then the judges retired
returned and the president read up my
go and I shall be
cured they say this nothing to
it that you don't feel pain that it's a
a merciful
release and that in this way death is
Made
Easy is that
so then what about this six week death
Agony and this daylong death
rattle what about the mental torment
endured through this fateful day that
passes so slowly and so
fast and what about the rising scale of
tortures ending with the
scaffold this is not
suffering
apparently where the blood drops run
drop by drop or the intellect dies
thought by thought are they not the same
final
spasms anyway how can they be sure that
it's
painless who told them
that since when did a decapitated head
stand up up on the rim of the basket and
Shout to the
people I didn't feel a
thing and did any of their victims ever
come back to thank them saying it's a
fine invention couldn't be bettered it
works to
Perfection did robas speier ever did
Louis the
16 no
nothing less than a minute less than a
second and the deed is done
have they ever placed themselves ever
mentally in the positions of one lying
there at the instant when the heavy
falling blade bites into the flesh
sections the nerves and breaks the
bones come now half a second is all it
takes and pain must be
minimal how
appalling it is strange but I never
stopped thinking about the king
however much I shake my head and try to
ignore it it voice in my ear keeps
saying in this very City at this very
hour and not very far from here there
lives in another Palace a man who also
has Gods on every door a man set aside
like you from the common herd the only
difference being that he is as high
above as you are
beneath every minute of his life is
diverted to The Pursuit Of Glory
greatness pleasure and Rapture around
him all is love respect
veneration the loudest voices are
lowered when speaking to him and the
proudest Wills must
Bend he has nothing meaner than silk and
gold before his
eyes at this very minute he will be
conducting a council of ministers in
which everybody AG agrees with him or
maybe he's think of tomorrow's hunting
or this evening's ball certain the
festivities will begin on time with
others preparing his enjoyment for
him
well this man is made of Flesh in blood
like you and for the horrible scaffold
to collapse in a heap for you to be
given back life liberty fortune and
family he would only have to take this
pen and write the seven letters of his
name at the bottom of a piece of paper
or the paths of his carriage or your
cart would only have to cross and he is
good and might well wish for nothing
better yeah it will never
happen the room in the hotel to
V from the hotel to V yes here I am at
last in front of the plaster
graev and the
guillotine the Dreadful journey is
over the square is down below and
beneath by Windows the ghoulish
Spectators stand and wait yelping and
cackling try as I would to steal feel
intense by the senu I felt my heart sink
when I saw above the heads those two red
posts TP by the black triangle standing
between the two lamps on the embankment
I must
say that my heart
sank I asked to make a last statement I
was brought up here and they have gone
off to fetch some
attorney I'm waiting for him and have
won some breathing
space now where was
I the Clock Struck 3 and they came to
tell me that it was time I shuddered
almost as though my mind had been on
other things for the last six hours six
weeks six months where it did seem
unexpected they led me along their
corridors and down their stairs they
made me wait between two of the gate
houses in a dark narrow and vaulted room
into which the Rainy foggy daylight
hardly
penetrated there was a chair in the
middle I was told to sit
down and i
s a few people were standing by the door
and along the walls as were the priest
the
je and then three other
men the first the tallest and most
senior was Stout and red-faced he was
wearing a front coat and a battered Tri
corn hat he was the
man it was the
Executioner the guillotine
auxiliary the two others were servants
to
him hardly had I sat down and the other
two crept catlike up on me from behind
and I suddenly felt the kiss of coal
Steel on my hair and the squeaking of
scissors in my
ears locks of my roughly cropped hair
fell onto my shoulders and the Man in
the tricorn hat brushed them gently off
with his big
hand the people standing around were
speaking in an
undertone there was a great noise
outside like a rustling vibration in the
air first of all I thought it was the
river but when laughter broke out I
realized it was the
crowd a young man sitting by the window
who was writing in pencil and a pocket
book asked one of the jail
what this operation was
called the tolet of The Condemned the
other
replied I gathered that it would be in
tomorrow's
newspaper suddenly one of the assistants
stripped off my jacket and the other
took hold of my hands which were hanging
by my sides pulled them behind my back
and I felt a knotted rope wind slowly
round my wrists and draw them
together meanwhile the other was undoing
my neckerchief my cambrick shirt the
only remnant of the man I used to be
gave him a moment's hesitation but then
he began to cut off the
cola as the grizzly precaution was being
taken and the chill steel brushed
against my neck my elbows jerked and I
let out a muffled howl the executionist
hand trembled I'm sorry sir he said did
I hurt you these executioners are most
gentlemen
outside the crowd was bellowing louder
than
ever the Stout man with the pimply face
offered me a handkerchief soaked in
vinegar to smell thank you I said to him
as loudly as I could there's no need I
feel all right then one of them bent down and
tied my feet together with a thin rope
left loose enough for me to take small
steps this rope was then joined to the
one binding my
hands then the Stout man threw the
jacket over my back and knotted the
sleeves together under my chin this part
of the business was
complete the priest then came up bearing
his
crucifix come my son he said to me the
assistance Lifted Me by the
armpits I stood up and walked my steps
were wobbly and staggering as though I
had two knees on each
leg just then the outer door was flung
wide open a frantic D cold air and white
light came fluttering towards me through
the
darkness from the back of the dark Gate
House I took it at a glance the whole of
the rain soak seene the heads of the
Thousand shrieking Spectators crammed
one on top of the other on the stairway
leading to the pet to my right at street
level a row of police horses only the
front Hooves and chests of which could
be seen through the L entrance
Door opposite a Detachment of soldiers
drawn up in battle order to the left the
back of a cart with a step ladder
leaning against it at a steep
angle a chilling sight and fittingly
framed by a prison
gate it was for this dreaded moment that
I had summed up my
courage I took three steps forward and
appeared on the threshold of the gate
house there is is there he is H the
crowd he's coming now now for it and
those nearest to me clapped their
hands however beloved he may be a king
would Inspire less
rejoicing it was an ordinary cart drawn
by a bony horse and the driver was
wearing a blue spark embroidered in red
like the Gardeners of the beset by
area the Stout man in the tricorn hat
got on first
good day to you Miss Samson cried
children who were hanging from the
railings an assistant followed him three
cheers for Mari the children cried once
more they both sat down on the front
seat it was my turn I managed to climb
up quite
steadily he's got guts said a woman
standing beside the
jeam this gruesome compliment gave me
Courage the priest took in his place
beside me i' had been sat down on the
back seat facing away from the horse I
shuddered at this supreme Act of
delicacy how Humane their behavior
is I tried to look around me Jean D in
front of me Jean D behind and crowds
crowds more crowds and a sea of heads on
the
pl a squad of Mounted Police were
waiting for me at the gate by the
entrance to the pet the officer gave an
order the cart and its escort began to
move as it propelled forward by the
chanting
rabble we went out through the gate as
the cart turned towards the poor oange
Bridge the square shook with noise from
the ground up to the routers and bridges
and Banks joined in until the Earth
shuttered there the mounted escort
joined up with those on foot at off hat
off a thousand mes cried in unison as
though I were the
king then I too laughed horribly saying
to the priest their hats their hats by
replied Al
last not just the
cold as we turned off the bridge I heard
some women beem mooning the fact that I
was so young
we started along the Fatal
embankment I was beginning no longer to
see or to
hear there were all these voices all
these heads at the windows and doorways
perched on Shar fronts and lamp posts
all these cruel and bloodthirsty
Spectators this crowd all of whom know
me though I know none of them this road
cobbled and walled with human faces I
was drunk unfeeling senseless the way of
so many glances falling on you is quite
intolerable I swayed from side to side
on the seat no longer even paying
attention to the priest and his
crucifix in the clamor round about me I
no longer knew shouts of pity from
shouts of joy laughter from
commiseration voices from noises it was
was all a d that boomed in my head with
a dull metallic
resonance my eyes mechanically scanned
the shop
signs just once I was seized by The
Morbid curiosity to turn my head and see
what I was moving toward my intellect's
last Act of
bravado but my body would not obey and
my neck remained paralyzed as if dead
already I had only a side view over the
river on my left of the Tower of notam
which seen from this point hides the
other the one with the flag pole there
were lots of people up there who would
be getting a great
View and the cart rolled on and on and
the shop slowly went by and the red
written painted and gilded signs
scrolled past and the Robble laughed and
stamped in the mud and I let myself slip
like a SLE Leeper in his
dreams
suddenly the row of shops passing before
my eyes gave out on the corner of a
square the crowds spraying grew deeper
and more excited the cart jerked to a
halt and I nearly lurched forward onto
the floor the priest held me up bear it
bravely he
murmured then they brought a step ladder
up to the back of the cart he gave me
his arm and helped help me down I took
one step turned as I took another and
froze between two lamps on the
embankment I had seen a nightmare
object but no I was not
dreaming I stopped as if staggering
already from the
blow I have one last statement to make I
cried
weakly I was brought up here I asked to
be allowed to write my will they untied
my hands but the Rope is ready to go
back on and the other part is waiting
down
below a judge Police Superintendent or
magistrate of some sort just came in I
begged him on my pardon joining my hands
together and crawling on my knees he
replied with a chilling smile that if I
had no more than this to say to him I
pardon my pardon I kept saying or at
least have mercy and Grant me five more
minutes for Perhaps it is on its way why
not it is so terrible to die like this
at my age last minute pardons are not
unknown and who sir is more worthy of
Pardon than
I a curse on the
Executioner he went up to the judge and
told him that it had to be done at a
fixed time which was very near that the
responsibility was kiss and that he was
worried about the rain rusting his
apparatus for pity's sake allow just one
more minute for my pardon to arrive I
shall go Kicking and Screaming I'll
bite the judge and the Executioner
left I am
alone if you call being between two jeon
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