But unlike Bonnemort, I don't even have black sputum, with which I can prove, that I tried hard.—– While I lay there?
Bonnemort worked for coal, as long as, until he spit out coal. He incorporated himself, which he threw up at the same time. As is well known, he swore his loyalty to the coal mine, he clung tightly to his forced fate, maybe that's why he was Bonnemort.
At the last moment, in a moment of complete exhaustion, alienated from this existence, however, he put his hands around the young girl's white neck. She came into her soot-blackened room with the fresh basket of food, arglos, in the form of the mine owner's daughter. All of a sudden, Bonnemort saw the blossoming in her, radiant lives. And he went crazy and squeezed.
This was ignored, to lock him up, as frail and little human as he was, Bonnemort, who had now lost the good death.
Bonnemort; What did Zola mean by that?? I didn't do any research. Maybe a reverse promise from the afterlife, the anticipation of a situation, which it like that, cannot actually exist in this constellation in this world.
(Emile Zola, Germinal, 1885)