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Hucheloup had invented a capital thing which could be eaten nowhere but in his house, stuffed carps, which he called carpes au gras. One fine morning, he had seen fit to notify passers-by of this "specialty"; he had dipped a brush in a pot of black paint, and as he was an orthographer on his own account, as well as a cook after his own fashion, he had improvised on his wall this remarkable inscription:--
CARPES HO GRAS.
One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to obliterate the S which terminated the first word, and the G which began the third; this is what remained:--
CARPE HO RAS.
Time and rain assisting, a humble gastronomical announcement had become a profound piece of advice.
-Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Welcome to Carpe Horas, a Les Misérables fan site home to variant and missing text from the book, reviews of foreign recordings, historical rants, assorted other dorky things--and, of course, more bad fanfiction than you can shake a stick at. Submissions and corrections are always welcome; just drop me a line if you see anything that needs fixing.
Kick back, relax, and geek out to your heart's content--just beware Mère Hucheloup's cooking.
7 March 2008: We've moved, folks. Carpe Horas now lives at Chanvrerie.net; the one at seditious.frenchboys.net will stay up, but won't be updated anymore.
Past updates can be found here.