#Léopoldine

[swamp-gremlin]

Based on Arthur Ferrier's "The Loot of the Rainbow" + the queer and genderfluid flags for Leo ^^

[lestroiscorbeaux]

Demain, dès l’aube…

Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur, Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Victor Hugo, extrait du recueil « Les Contemplations » (1856)

[quote-tournament]

Il y a vraiment des jours pour tout sur tumblr, hein?

Tant que nous y sommes, voici, juste pour s'amuser, quelques citations en français que j'aime bien (et vous pouvez voter pour votre préférée, bien évidemment. Ce blog est un tournoi, après tout) :

Citation A :

Il n'y eut rien qu'un éclair jaune près de sa cheville. Il demeura un instant immobile. Il ne cria pas. Il tomba doucement comme tombe un arbre. Ça ne fit pas de bruit, à cause du sable.

-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le petit Prince

Citation B :

Le résultat enfin de la suprême cour

Fut de condamner la Folie

A servir de guide à l’Amour.

-Jean de La Fontaine, Fables de La Fontaine, livre XII, L'Amour et La Folie

Citation C :

Fichtre ! C'est grave. Nous sommes tous très intéressés, très mouches du coche. Folcoche se tord toujours, inconsciente, les deux mains sur le foie. Sa respiration siffle. Dois-je le dire ? Mais nous respirons mieux depuis qu'elle étouffe.

-Hervé Bazin, Vipère au poing

Citation D :

Et dire qu'elle est morte! Hélas! que Dieu m'assiste !

Je n'étais jamais gai quand je la sentais triste ;

J'étais morne au milieu du bal le plus joyeux

Si j'avais, en partant, vu quelque ombre en ses yeux.

-Victor Hugo, Les Contemplations, Elle avait pris ce pli dans son âge enfantin

Citation E :

Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile : « Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. » Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut être hier.

-Albert Camus, L'étranger

Le plus dûr a été de n'en choisir que cinq haha

[rcvandenboogaard]

De onbeantwoorde liefde van Adèle Hugo

Ze was een dochter van de vermoedelijk beroemdste man ter wereld. En ze was doodongelukkig. Adèle Hugo (1830-1915) ontmoette in 1854 de Britse officier Albert Pinson, op wie zij hopeloos verliefd raakte. Pinsons houding tegenover haar bleef onduidelijk. Toen hij in 1861 werd overgeplaatst naar Halifax in Canada, reisde Adèle hem ongevraagd achterna. Het was een geval van wat je nu ‘stalken’ zou…

[pureanonofficial]

What you come to understand about Les Miserables as you learn more about Victor Hugo is that it is all about Léopoldine, it is nothing but Léopoldine, Léopoldine is the heart and soul of it, every word and chapter is full of Léopoldine, Léopoldine, Léopoldine.

It is a book immutably shaped by the pain of losing a child.

[sainte-melasse]

*~~Be an angel and don’t reblog her on a kink/nsfw blog~~*

[postcard-from-the-past]

Princess Clémentine Albertine Marie Léopoldine of Belgium

Belgian vintage postcard

[leitoracomcompanhia]

Desgostos

Léopoldine, a filha mais velha do escritor, recém-casada, morre num acidente de barco, com o marido. Esta tragédia teve uma grande influência em Victor Hugo, que pouco escreveu nos dez anos seguintes. O retrato de Léopoldine foi feito pela mãe, Adèle.

[fructidors]

desperately hoping that description applies to the passage and not the book because Hey That’s Not What That Book Is About

[ocearchives]

Léopoldine Hugo by Auguste De Châtillon

[cliozaur]

This chapter is terrifying and profoundly sad, especially when you realize why Hugo chooses drowning as a metaphor for despair and depicts it with such agonizing detail. (If you haven't yet, reading Hugo's biography unveils the tragic loss of his daughter Léopoldine, which undoubtedly informs this harrowing scene). One can sense that Hugo gave considerable thought to it, immersing himself in the drowning person's psyche. The result is excruciatingly real, a horror story etched in words. A soul in utter despair, clinging to the vanishing hope of human or divine intervention, met with only deafening silence – that's the essence of being adrift in this tempestuous sea. And for Hugo, the ocean embodies the cold, unfeeling expanse of society itself. “The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling their condemned. The sea is the immensity of wretchedness.” Ugh…

[swamp-gremlin]

"Lonely moon"

She mopes like she wasn't the the one who dumped him bc she didn't want to deal with the consequences of her actions, God I haven't drawn Leo in a while either damn

[lboogie1906]

Léopoldine Doualla-Bell-Smith (January 11, 1939 - May 9, 2023) After she graduated from high school at the age of 17, she was sent to Paris for ground hostess training by Air France and moved to UAT for flight training. She began flying as a stewardess with UAT which merged to become part of Union de Transports Aeriens. She didn’t know that she was making history as the first Black person to serve as a flight attendant for any airline. She took to the air the year before Ruth Carol Taylor who is credited with being the first Black flight attendant in the US.

In 1960 she was invited to join Air Afrique. She was the only qualified African in French aviation; her employment identification card was No. 001. She was promoted to Air Afrique’s first cabin chief. During her time as a flight attendant, she flew throughout Africa and as far away as Australia. Because of the color of her skin, some white passengers treated her like an outcast, but dark-skinned passengers often welcomed her presence. She experienced sexual harassment; on one occasion, she slapped a white man who had touched her breasts.

After twelve years as a flight attendant, She left Air Afrique to become manager of Reunited Transport Leaders Travel Agency in Libreville, Gabon. She relocated to DC to study English at Georgetown University. She returned to Gabon in 1976 where she was hired by Air Zaire as station and office manager at the Libreville airport. She supported the Skal Club, the international association of professionals, leaders, and friends who were seeking to promote travel and tourism in Africa.

She retired in 2003 and moved to Denver where they established the Business and Intercultural Services for Educational Travel and Associated Learning. She volunteers at Denver International Airport through their ambassador program. She was honored at the fortieth anniversary of the Black Flight Attendants of America organization at Los Angeles International Airport’s Flight Path Museum. She was honored during the International Women’s Day celebration in Denver on March 10, 2019. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[royalty-nobility]

Empress Carlota of Mexico

Artist: Santiago Rebull (Mexico, 1829–1902)

Genre: Portrait

Date: 1867

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Instituto Nacional de Bellas Artes y Literatura, Mexico City, Mexico

Charlotte of Belgium (French: Marie Charlotte Amélie Augustine Victoire Clémentine Léopoldine; 7 June 1840 – 19 January 1927), known by the Spanish version of her name, Carlota, was by birth a princess of Belgium and member of the House of Wettin in the branch of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (as such she was also styled Princess of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha and Duchess in Saxony). As the wife of Archduke Maximilian of Austria, Viceroy of Lombardy-Venetia and later Emperor of Mexico, she became Archduchess of Austria (in 1857) and Empress of Mexico (in 1864). She was daughter, granddaughter, sister, sister in-law, cousin and wife of reigning or deposed sovereigns throughout Europe and Mexico.

[dragongutsixofficial]

Siyn I am thinking about languages again. May I have a French vocabulary word? Pretty please?

You get THREE ! >=D

Dawn = Aurore/Aube

Dusk = Crépuscule

You also get one of Victor Hugo's most famous poems which he wrote in memory of his daughter Léopoldine, Demain dès l'aube ! Nothing can equal the beauty of the OG version but hey translations are still nice so i'll add both versions:

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur, Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

And

Tomorrow, at dawn, at the time when the countryside whitens, I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me. I will go through the forest, I will go through the mountain. I cannot remain far from you any longer. I will walk eyes fixed on my thoughts, Seeing nothing else, hearing no noise, Alone, unknown, back hunched over, hands crossed, Sad, and the day for me will be like the night. I will not look at the gold of the evening which falls, Nor the sails in the distance going down toward Harfleur, And when I arrive, I will lay on your tomb A bouquet of green holly and of heather in bloom

Now it's your turn to give me words >=D

[sims-half-crazy]

The funeral for Effie was attended by everyone who could make the trip. The bulk of Lauretta's brood couldn't make it but Lauretta and Ida made the trip. Estella and her family all came up; she even brought baby Hélène with her. Léopoldine and Emma Watson also joined the mourners. They were all that was left of the original 5 ladies who kept each other company all those years ago in Roseburg.

Eugene was happy that his mother was sent off by those who loved her best. Others had wanted to come but he'd invited them to the wake after the graveside service. In truth he was worried about his father. Gilbert had eschewed his wheelchair since Effie's death, and Eugene worried that he was overexerting himself.