"I come from humble beginnings, madam, but I am not lowly,"
he sighed, "The mortal world's Hell is right here, once I step in, I can never escape it!"
——"The Red and the Black"
London Fleet Street, "British" editorial department.
Great Dumas settled himself into the comfortable armchair, contentedly sitting by the fireplace.
Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have complained about the misty, drizzly London winter.
But today, his attention was completely captured by the manuscript from Paris on his hands.
As a playwright with an excellent appreciation for literature, Great Dumas hardly ever regarded second-rate works with any interest.
As for Paris, the capital of literary and artistic talent, countless fresh novels and plays emerged every year, yet few caught his discerning eye.
However, this novel entitled "The Red and the Black" made Great Dumas feel more than a little ashamed.
