The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

by Victor Hugo

“Oh!” continued Gringoire in a tone of reproach, “Djali recognized me before you!” The little goat had not, in fact, waited for Gringoire to announce his name. No sooner had he entered than it rubbed itself gently against his knees, covering the poet with caresses and with white hairs, for it was shedding its hair. Gringoire returned the caresses.

The goat followed them, frisking, so joyous at seeing Gringoire again that it made him stumble every moment by thrusting its horns between his legs. “Such is life,” said the philosopher, every time that he came near falling down; “’tis often our best friends who cause us to be overthrown.”

Ironically, Pirate's statement reflects himself. He is here to rescue the goat and abandon La Esmeralda to Frollo.

Alas! human actions are taken by two handles. That is branded with disgrace in one which is crowned in another.

He clasped the goat in his arms, and gently drew away from the gypsy, who pressed closer and closer to him, as though to the only asylum which remained to her.

My father is a bird, my mother is a bird. I cross the water without a barque, I cross the water without a boat. My mother is a bird, my father is a bird.

Time is a devourer; man, more so.