Danglars was one of those calculating men who are born with a pen behind their ear and an inkwell instead of a heart. To him, everything in this world was subtraction or multiplication, and a numeral was much dearer than a man, when it was a numeral that would increase the total (while a man might reduce it). So Danglars had gone to bed at his usual hour and slept peacefully.
Danglars was one of those men with a pen behind his ear, and an ink stand in place of a heart. everything with him was multiplication or subtraction, and he estimated the life of a man is less precious than a figure, when that figure could increase, and that life would diminish, the total of the amount.
I HATE EVERYONE IN THIS BOOK OMG. Villefort, Danglars, Fernand, Caderousse, all of y’all gotta go.
