“He examined the situation, and found it unprecedented; so unprecedented that in the midst of his reverie he rose from his chair, moved by some inexplicable impulse of anxiety, and bolted his door. He feared lest something more should enter. He was barricading himself against possibilities. A moment later he extinguished his light; it embarrassed him. It seemed to him as though he might be seen. By whom? Alas! That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; that which he desired to blind was staring him in the face,—his conscience. His conscience; that is to say, God.”
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Victor Hugo,
Les Misérables