He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal.

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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