I am sad.
Why am I sad?
Because...because...*tears coming into eyes*...
...Because Eponine, Gavroche, Combferre, Coureyfac, and most of all Enjolras just died at the barricade.
My wound is aggravated because Marius (whom I have no patience for) is rescued. He will go on and probably marry Cosette (whom I only have slightly more patience for) and have a happy life while poor Enjolras dies. And not only was Enjolras killed, but it was a sad, sad, heroic death. He was shot eight times and remained standing against the wall as if the bullets had nailed him there...only his head drooped. Yes, that's how Victor Hugo worded it in his book.
...Enjolras...the bravest and best of all those men...
This is me, going to weep a little weep over him and beleaguer my sister's ear with lamentations.