Jean Prouvaire

"Jean Prouvaire was yet a shade more subdued than Combeferre. He called himself Jehan, from that little momentary fancifulness which mingled with the deep and powerful movement from which arose the study of the Middle Ages, then so necessary. Jean Prouvaire was addicted to love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, mourned over woman, wept over childhood, confounded the future and God in the same faith, and blamed the revolution for having cut off a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was usually delicate, but at times suddenly became masculine. He was well read, even to erudition. Above all, he was good, and, a very natural thing to one who knows how near goodness borders upon grandeur, in poetry he preferred the grand. He understood Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and that served him only to read four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. He was fond of strolling in fields of wild oats and bluebells, and paid almost as much attention to the clouds as to passing events. His mind had two attitudes -- one towards man, the other towards God; he studied, or he contemplated. All day he pondered over social questions; and at night he gazed upon the stars, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was rich, and an only son. He spoke gently, bent his head, cast down his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at nothing, was very timid, still intrepid."

Name: Typist:
Jean Prouvaire Laurel
Jean Alexandre Prouvaire Callie
Jean Charles Prouvaire Laura Waterstripe
Jean Damien Prouvaire Abby Goutal
Jean Henri Prouvaire Eva Blondel
Jean Mathieu Prouvaire Jennifer
Jean-Michel Prouvaire 'Ponine R
Jean Philippe Prouvaire J. Elizabeth
Jean-Thierry Prouvaire Petronelle Lemaitre
Jean Vincent Prouvaire Anne Page

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