They call me stupid because I don't know how to say it when I'm thinking something, but that isn't the same thing. Stupid is when you aren't thinking something, and it's just that I can't say the things I'm thinking. I think.
I don't talk a lot because I know that they don't think I know much, but I know a lot more than they think. I saw Claquesous for a minute after they lit the candle once and he was kind of slow to put on his mask. I saw what his face looks like. I know what really happened to Babet's wife, because we were waiting in the hall together while she died. I know why he left the children that had her eyes. I wasn't there when they found the corpses, the little one and the big one. I don't know where they are now.
I see Montparnasse, too. He has more feelings than he pretends to have because he wants us to think he is so handsome and popular with the women, but I've seen the way he looks at Jondrette's daughter and I've seen the way he looks at other boys his age. I can tell the difference between when he is unhappy and when he is excited. I can see that he only touches women when someone is watching him. I have seen where he looks when he thinks no one is watching him. I know what he really thinks.
The problem isn't my problem, it's theirs. I know about them because I don't spend so much time talking like they do. They are always talking and planning things and I go along with them and do what they tell me to, but while they are talking I am watching them, and I can see them. I can see that no one likes Claquesous. I see that they are too afraid of him to tell him to leave or to ignore him when they are planning to do something, and that is why he is still here. I know why Claquesous is scary to them, but he isn't to me. I think he is sad.
The make fun of me sometimes, but I can hear them, too. They think I am muscles without thoughts, but they don't know. They don't see.
I can see.