o had not penetrated； no height which he had not scaled。 He often climbed many stones up the front； aided solely by the uneven points of the carving。 The towers； on whose exterior surface he was frequently seen clambering； like a lizard gliding along a perpendicular wall； those two gigantic twins； so lofty； so menacing； so formidable； possessed for him neither vertigo； nor terror； nor shocks of amazement。
To see them so gentle under his hand； so easy to scale； one would have said that he had tamed them。 By dint of leaping； climbing； gambolling amid the abysses of the gigantic cathedral he had become； in some sort； a monkey and a goat； like the Calabrian child who swims before he walks； and plays with the sea while still a babe。
Moreover； it was not his body alone which seemed fashioned after the Cathedral； but his mind also。 In what condition was that mind？ What bent had it contracted； what form had it assumed beneath that knotted envelope； in that savage life？ This it would be hard to determine。 Quasimodo had been born one…eyed； hunchbacked； lame。 It was with great difficulty； and by dint of great patience that Claude Frollo had succeeded in teaching him to talk。 But a fatality was attached to the poor foundling。 Bellringer of Notre…Dame at the age of fourteen； a new infirmity had come to complete his misfortunes： the bells had broken the drums of his ears； he had become deaf。 The only gate which nature had left wide open for him had been abruptly closed； and forever。
In closing； it had cut off the only ray of joy and of light which still made its way into the soul of Quasimodo。 His soul fell into profound night。 The wretched being's misery became as incurable and as complete as his deformity。 Let us add that his deafness rendered him to some extent dumb。 For； in order not to make others laugh； the very moment that he found himself to be deaf； he resolved upon a silence which he only broke when he was alone。 He voluntarily tied that tongue which Claude Frollo had taken so much pains to unloose。 Hence； it came about； that when necessity constrained him to speak； his tongue was torpid； awkward； and like a door whose hinges have grown rusty。
If now we were to try to penetrate to the soul of Quasimodo through that thick； hard rind； if we could sound the depths of that badly constructed organism； if it were granted to us to look with a torch behind those non…transparent organs to explore the shadowy interior of that opaque creature； to elucidate his obscure corners； his absurd no…thoroughfares； and suddenly to cast a vivid light upon the soul enchained at the extremity of that cave； we should； no doubt； find the unhappy Psyche in some poor； cramped； and ricketty attitude； like those prisoners beneath the Leads of Venice； who grew old bent double in a stone box which was both too low and too short for them。
It is certain that the mind becomes atrophied in a defective body。 Quasimodo was barely conscious of a soul cast in his own image； moving blindly within him。 The impressions of objects underwent a considerable refraction before reaching his mind。 His brain was a peculiar medium； the ideas which passed through it issued forth completely distorted。 The reflection which resulted from this refraction was； necessarily； divergent and perverted。
Hence a thousand optical illusions； a thousand aberrations of judgment； a thousand deviations； in which his thought strayed； now mad； now idiotic。
The first effect of this fatal organization was to trouble the glance which he cast upon things。 He received hardly any immediate perception of them。 The external world seemed much farther away to him than it does to us。
The second effect of his misfortune was to render him malicious。
He was malicious； in fact； because he was savage； he was savage because he was ugly。 There was logic in his nature； as there is in ours。
His strength； so extraordinarily developed； was a cause of still greater malevolence： 〃~Malus puer robustus~；〃 says Hobbes。
This justice must； however be rendered to him。 Malevolence was not； perhaps； innate in him。 From his very first steps among men； he had felt himself； later on he had seen himself； spewed out； blasted； rejected。 Human words were； for him； always a raillery or a malediction。 As he grew up； he had found nothing but hatred around him。 He had caught the general malevolence。 He had picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded。
After all； he turned his face towards men only with reluctance； his cathedral was sufficient for him。 It was peopled with marble figures；kings； saints； bishops；who at least did not burst out laughing in his face； and who gazed upon him only with tranquillity and kindliness。 The other statues； those of the monsters and demons； cherished no hatred for him； Quasimodo。 He resembled them too much for that。 They seemed rather； to be scoffing at other men。 The saints were his friends； and blessed him； the monsters were his friends and guarded him。 So he held long communion with them。 He sometimes passed whole hours crouching before one of these statues； in solitary conversation with it。 If any one came； he fled like a lover surprised in his serenade。
And the cathedral was not only society for him； but the universe； and all nature beside。 He dreamed of no other hedgerows than the painted windows； always in flower； no other shade than that of the foliage of stone which spread out； loaded with birds； in the tufts of the Saxon capitals； of no other mountains than the colossal towers of the church； of no other ocean than Paris； roaring at their bases。
What he loved above all else in the maternal edifice； that which aroused his soul； and made it open its poor wings； which it kept so miserably folded in its cavern； that which sometimes rendered him even happy； was the bells。 He loved them； fondled them； talked to them； understood them。 From the chime in the spire； over the intersection of the aisles and nave； to the great bell of the front； he cherished a tenderness for them all。 The central spire and the two towers were to him as three great cages； whose birds； reared by himself； sang for him alone。 Yet it was these very bells which had made him deaf； but mothers often love best that child which has caused them the most suffering。
It is true that their voice was the only one which he could still hear。 On this score； the big bell was his beloved。 It was she whom he preferred out of all that family of noisy girls which bustled above him； on festival days。 This bell was named Marie。 She was alone in the southern tower； with her sister Jacqueline； a bell of lesser size； shut up in a smaller cage beside hers。 This Jacqueline was so called from the name of the wife of Jean Montagu； who had given it to the church； which had not prevented his going and figuring without his head at Montfau？on。 In the second tower there were six other bells； and； finally； six smaller ones inhabited the belfry over the crossing； with the wooden bell； which rang only between after dinner on Good Friday and the morning of the day before Easter。 So Quasimodo had fifteen bells in his seraglio； but big Marie was his favorite。
No idea can be formed of his delight on days when the grand peal was sounded。 At the moment when the archdeacon dismissed him； and said； 〃Go！〃 he mounted the spiral staircase of the clock tower faster than any one else could have descended it。 He entered perfectly breathless into the aerial chamber of the great bell； he gazed at her a moment； devoutly and lovingly； then he gently addressed her and patted her with his hand； like a good horse； which is about to set out on a long journey。 He pitied her for the trouble that she was about to suffer。 After these first caresses； he shouted to his assistants； placed in the lower story of the tower； to begin。 They grasped the ropes； the wheel creaked； the enormous capsule of metal started slowly into motion。 Quasimodo followed it with his glance and trembled。 The first shock of the clapper and the brazen wall made the framework upon which it was mounted quiver。 Quasimodo vibrated with the bell。
〃Vah！〃 he cried； with a senseless burst of laughter。 However； the movement of the bass was accelerated； and； in proportion as it described a wider angle； Quasimodo's eye opened also more and more widely； phosphoric and flaming。 At length the grand peal began； the whole tower trembled； woodwork； leads； cut stones； all groaned at once； from the piles of the foundation to the trefoils of its summit。 Then Quasimodo boiled and frothed； he went and came； he trembled from head to foot with the tower。 The bell； furious； running riot； presented to the two walls of the tower alternately its brazen throat； whence escaped that tempestuous breath； which is audible leagues away。 Quasimodo stationed himself in front of this open throat； he crouched and rose with the oscillations of the bell； breathed in this overwhelming breath； gazed by turns at the deep place； which swarmed with people； two hundred feet below him； and at that enormous； brazen tongue which came； second after second； to howl in his ear。
It was the only speech which he understood； the only sound which broke for him the universal silence。 He swelled out in it as a bird does in the sun。 All of a sudden； the frenzy of the bell seized upon him； his look became extraordinary； he lay in wait for the great bell as it passed； as a spider lies in wait for a fly； and flung himself abruptly upon it； with might and main。 Then； suspended above the abyss； borne to and fro by the formidable swinging of the bell； he seized the brazen monster by the ear…laps； pressed it between both knees； spurred it on with his heels； and redoubled the fury of the peal with the whole shock and weight of his body。 Meanwhile； the tower trembled； he shrieked and gnashed his teeth； his red hair rose erect； his breast heaving like a bellows； his eye flashed flames； the monstrous bell neighed； panting； beneath him； and then it was no longer the great bell of Notre… Dame nor Quasimodo： it was a dream； a whirlwind； a tempest； dizziness mounted astride of noise； a spirit clinging to a flying crupper； a strange centaur； half man； half bell； a sort of horrible Astolphus； borne