I Am Jean Valjean
On Christmas Eve an old man walks into Montfermeil while the Thénardiers count coins. Cosette mends stockings by a dying fire, bare feet red with cold. Her eyes, Hugo says, are not yet dead. Hospitality appears the moment gold hits the counter. Redemption here is not a speech about becoming good. It is a hand that can still see a child the house has priced as labour.
Key Insight
A changed life shows up as attention paid to someone the market has stopped seeing. If your reform never alters who gets warm, it is still a story you tell about yourself.
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