Oh, there was something forming for the blog in there, yes. Enjolras had been working something along those lines out, and just needed the right...impetuous to post there. Something big enough that he could connect The Social Contract to at least.
"If I'm careful..." He said, pausing as he tried to get in more air, and even though the effort of that made his lungs burn, it meant they were working, right? Working lungs were a good sign.
"The reason this..." he nodded at the book. "Got interesting again is actually..." Grantaire of all people was really going to think he was insane here. Actually come to think of of it, offhand, the person he thought might not think it was insane or just a dream, probably the only one was Jehan. That said, he'd started this after all.
"I had a dream." He started. "About Jean Jacques. Courf..." he broke into a fit of coughing that lasted longer than the others had, and made him wonder what he was even trying to do with this. "...And Marius and I were talking about him." He didn't add the year or place since that wasn't the major point of it. "He said something insulting and I was..." There was another rattled breath there. "Almost insulted on his behalf. I had to re-read when I woke up. Just to see what that was about. If it would help with...any of our thing. "