I've been reading The Count of Monte Cristo of late, and I just really liked this particular paragraph. I know I'm reading a translation, but I am greatly enjoying what I'm getting of Dumas's style. It's hard to explain, I must admit...it's like he uses a lot of words, fairly poetically, to state something bluntly.
I am now up to where Edmund Dantes has recovered the treasure and is investigating what has become of the shards of the life that was exploded years ago, when he was unjustly imprisoned. Good stuff!