Prayer for Daily Neglects


Eternal Father, I offer You the Sacred Heart of Jesus, with all Its love, all Its sufferings and all Its merits.

First to expiate all the sins I have committed this day and during all my life.

Glory be to the Father…

Second to purify the good I have done poorly this day and during all my life.

Glory be to the Father…

Third to supply for the good I ought to have done, and that I have neglected this day and all my life…

Glory be to the Father…

(Poor Clare, a nun, who had just died, appeared to her Abbess, who was praying for her and said to her “I went straight to Heaven,” the nun told her abbess, “for, by means of this prayer recited every evening, I paid my debts.”



So I’ve been rereading the Brick, and I’d like to remind everyone of a few important things:

  • When Enjolras says, “Grantaire, do you want to do me a service?” Grantaire replies, “Anything. Polish your boots.”
  • Marius leaves this note for Cosette underneath a stone: “I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare—there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul.”
  • Joly, severely congested, in the middle of a revolution that will eventually kill all of Les Amis, says this: “Courfeyrac, you bust take ad ubbrella. You will catch cold.”
  • M. Myriel is the sassiest character in this entire book.

That is all. Have a lovely day.