In response to a friend's totally innocent FaceBook status of "overthrow eternity". I was going to post this as a comment under his status, but…. Yeah, even I'm not that crazy.
Enjolras stood before the Friends of the ABC, once again encouraging the men to fight for the great future he saw for France. He knew they believed in their cause, but found that speeches such as this fanned the flames within their hearts.
Grantaire listened from his dark corner of the room, taking care to make scoffing noises from time to time and rolling his eyes whenever the powerfully beautiful face of Enjolras. He wanted to believe the words of hope that this great man spoke, but the world had shown him again and again that great men with visions only ever ended up in the sutter, riddled with holes.
"…fight for what belongs to us. We are not a people meant to be oppressed. We will soon gather in the streets to overthrow that which holds us back, to overthrow the mockery of justice that soils this great nation, to overthrow Eternity itself-"
"Eternity, Apollo?" Grantaire stood unsteadily, laughing at this man whom he so greatly admired. "I think that's a bit ambitious, even for you. Can't we just overthrow a wagonful of wine barrels? Then, we shall in deed reap the fruits of our great toils. The future will be before us, right in our grasp, in a wide-mouthed glass."
"What would you do with eternity, oh great one? Spend it searching for more wrongs to right, more ways to stain your lovely white hands with blood? I think I would enjoy eternity, an infinite number of bottles to be drained over the ages. An infinite number of nights spent here watching you speak. I don't understand what you're saying, great statue of hope, but I know it is worthwhile to men greater than I. To listen for eternity and know that the world will stop turning before you run off to die? That would be lovely." He raised his glass, splashing some of his precious green faerie down his filthy shirt. "To Eternity! Let us overthrow it and seize it for our own! Let us-"
"Shut up, Winecask!" called Enjolras's suddenly harsh voice. "Be silent in your drunkenness or leave."
Grantiare resumed his seat, head hanging in shame. "I'll stay, Apollo," he whispered, too softly for anyone to hear "One day perhaps you'll understand. I will always stay."
Watch what you put as your status, monsieur!
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