He was, as we have said, ignorant, but he was no imbecile. The natural light was enkindled in him. Misfortune, which has also its illumination, added to the few rays he had in his mind. Under the whip, under the chain, in the cell, in fatigue, under the burning sun of the galleys, upon the convict’s bed of plank, he turned to his own conscience, and he reflected.
My name is Alice Wylie, I'm 16 and from Scotland :) I love Les Mis, eating, acting, dancing, singing, skiing and shopping. I want to marry Ramin Karimloo. I'll always follow back :) Musicals are my life. That's pretty much it, byeeee!