Marius had temporarily forgotten all that; he did not even know at night what he had done in the morning, nor where he had had lunch, nor who had spoken to him; he had songs in his ear that made him deaf to every other thought; he existed only during the hours in which he saw Cosette. Then, since he was in Heaven, it was quite natural he should forget the earth. They were both languidly supporting the indefinable burden of immaterial pleasures. Thus live these sleepwalkers called lovers. Alas! Who
