La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin. (Or, Life is too short to drink bad wine.)

"What the fuck?" Was what Grantaire was both thinking and saying as the 'fish' broke the surface of the water, and all he could see amongst the water splashing all over, was scales, and huge red fins, and skin, and golden hair. He had three seconds to try and understand what he'd seen, and then the line snapped.or, the one where Grantaire breaks from Paris and goes to a cabin on a lake, and meets a half-man, half-fish who is both infuriating and beautiful.