"not a soul...formed any clear idea of the contrast"

The victim finally arrived, lashed to the tailgate of a wagon, and once he had been hoisted on to the platform, where he could be seen from all parts of the square, bound with ropes and straps to the wheel of the pillory, a prodigious hooting broke out in the square, mingled with laughter and applause. They had recognized Quasimodo.

It was in fact he. It was a strange reversal. He was being pilloried on the self-same square where the day before he had been saluted, acclaimed and conclaimed pope and prince of fools, in procession with the Duke of Egypt, the King of Thunes and the Emperor of Galilee. But what is certain is that not a soul in that crowd, not even he, who had been by turns victor and victim, formed any clear idea of the contrast. Gringiore and his philosophy where absent from the spectacle.

—Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame of Paris (1831) (trans. John Sturrock 1978)