Wants of a Hunchback

Have you ever wanted something that you probably knew that you could never get? Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, went through a lot during his life. He felt not needed, unloved, despised, . . . You know, all of the bad things that would make anyone feel like garbage. But for him, there was a ray of sunshine. He wanted Esmeralda, but he never got her. Perhaps he knew that he never would have.

Then why keep trying? How many of us have done that? Keep trying and wasting time, well it is wasting time, on things, a person’s attention, a celebrity crush that we hope that would turn into reality, and on and on and on.

This book by Victor Hugo made me teary eyed. People judging one man because of his deformed state. The wants of not only him but by the other characters showed me that no matter who we might be, we all have something that we desire. It showed me that what you dish out, the receiver  would keep and remember, thus forming what and who he/she becomes.

“. . . among all the hideous remains they found two skeletons, one embracing the other. One of them, the skeleton of a woman. . . . The second skeleton, which held the first one tightly in its arms, was that of a man. They noticed that it had a twisted spine, a head sunk between its shoulders and one leg shorter than the other. There was no rupture of the vertebrae at the neck, so it was clear that the man had not been hanged. He had apparently come there and died.” from Book 9, chapter four, The Marriage of Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

Have not had a chance to see a movie version of this book, but I like this song by Placebo, Protect Me From What I Want.

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