This unsung heroine stood at his side to the end of her days, copying all his manuscripts, enduring the humiliation of living adjacent to his family home, and findin. Hugo eventually admitted that his exile from France ordered by Napoleon III brought him back to himself and turned his mind from his frivolous indulgences to his timeless insights. For nineteen years, he would wander four hours a day along the rocky coast of the isle of Guernsey, contemplating untamed nature. From this isolation came his greatest masterpieces, among them Les Miserables and his visionary poems. He was finally in touch with his true destiny.
Dreamers are terrible.
They forever have their gaze lost in the deep. They have for mission to grasp the Unknown. He reached heights of mystic experience which lifted his art to new levels. I have died. In Thy breath of fog and of light I vibrate, Heaven, as if bearing in me the filament of creation.