Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. […] He hardly saw the roses, he ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; […] He was severe in his enjoyments. He chastely dropped his eyes before everything which was not the Republic. He was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was harshly inspired, and had the thrill of a hymn. He was subject to unexpected outbursts of soul. Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him!