and does he know? that granting me my life today, this man has killed me even so.
well I drew more dead people
First of all how dare you
Dallas Javert and Manga Javert.
I almost fell asleep drawing this, goodnight everyone.
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My heart is stone and still it trembles
The world I have known is lost in shadow
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Illustrate the Brick 1.5.5
The Descent: Vague Flashes on the Horizon
Hapgood:
[Javert] was stoical, serious, austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His glance was like a gimlet, cold and piercing. His whole life hung on these two words: watchfulness and supervision. He had introduced a straight line into what is the most crooked thing in the world; he possessed the conscience of his usefulness, the religion of his functions, and he was a spy as other men are priests. Woe to the man who fell into his hands! He would have arrested his own father, if the latter had escaped from the galleys, and would have denounced his mother, if she had broken her ban. And he would have done it with that sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, a life of privation, isolation, abnegation, chastity, with never a diversion. It was implacable duty; the police understood, as the Spartans understood Sparta, a pitiless lying in wait, a ferocious honesty, a marble informer, Brutus in Vidocq.
French:
[Javert] était stoïque, sérieux, austère; rêveur triste; humble et hautain comme les fanatiques. Son regard était une vrille. Cela était froid et cela perçait. Toute sa vie tenait dans ces deux mots: veiller et surveiller. Il avait introduit la ligne droite dans ce qu’il y a de plus tortueux au monde; il avait la conscience de son utilité, la religion de ses fonctions, et il était espion comme on est prêtre. Malheur à qui tombait sous sa main! Il eût arrêté son père s’évadant du bagne et dénoncé sa mère en rupture de ban. Et il l’eût fait avec cette sorte de satisfaction intérieure que donne la vertu. Avec cela une vie de privations, l’isolement, l’abnégation, la chasteté, jamais une distraction. C’était le devoir implacable, la police comprise comme les Spartiates comprenaient Sparte, un guet impitoyable, une honnêteté farouche, un mouchard marmoréen, Brutus dans Vidocq.
Javert ramblings under the cut
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“Would you like my hat?”
This was what became of the speedpaint I mentioned, took exactly one hour (which is speedy for me anyways). I don’t typically do these because I’m no good at them and they stress me the hell out, but it does help me loosen up and I very much needed that. Tried to fulfill both injygo’s and chrissy-24601’s suggestions XD This was without a doubt one of the greatest moments in the book so I’m glad you reminded me!
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“You know your place in the sky
You hold your course and your aim
And each in your season returns and returns
And is always the same.”
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A hardened prison-guard-turned-police-inspector who sings about the permanence of stars
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augh i attempted a 100% canon brick javert but i dont think i 100% succeeded
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Took a small break from daunting school work to sketch more Les Mis. Sketching Valjean and Javert chills me out and preserves my sanity x_x
I always loved this scene because it just breaks my heart. Javert’s whole world is destroyed when his bonds are cut and for one brief instance his voice is small and quiet- and then he flashes right back to nearly strangling Valjean XD Of course Valjean doesn’t put up with it, good on him
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