Are we all not in the cast of Les Miserables? A bishop, a thief, a ******* so beautiful she sells herself to save her child. An obsessed gendarme so full of rage he does not know it is he himself whom he is seeking. A loaf of bread to spread among his family. Twenty years he spends in hard labor because he cannot bear to see his child die. I cry. What is this book about, I shout? Does not everyone descry that he is she, that all are one? Here, says the bishop, you forgot to take the other. It is not silver that changes this man. It is love. It is always love, the precious mettle of the heart.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.