Madame Bovary |
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Author:
| Flaubert, Gustave |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-01333-8 |
Publication Date: | Jul 2012 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | AUD $7.72 |
Book Description:
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: NE morning old Rouault brought Charles the money for setting his leg?seventy-five francs in forty-sou pieces, and a turkey. He had heard of his loss, and consoled him as well as he could. I know what it is, said he, clapping him on the shoulder; I've been through it. When I lost my dear departed, I went...
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: NE morning old Rouault brought Charles the money for setting his leg?seventy-five francs in forty-sou pieces, and a turkey. He had heard of his loss, and consoled him as well as he could. I know what it is, said he, clapping him on the shoulder; I've been through it. When I lost my dear departed, I went into the fields to be quite alone. I fell at the foot of a tree; I cried; I called on God; I talked nonsense to Him. I wanted to be like the moles that I saw on the branches, their insides swarming with worms, dead, and an end of it. And when I thought that there were others at that very moment with their nice little -wives holding them in their embrace, I struck great blows on the earth with my stick. I was pretty well mad with not eating; the very idea of going to a cafe disgusted me?you wouldn't believe it. Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom, as one would say?a weight here, at one's heart. But since it is the lot of all of us, one must not give way altogether, and, because others have died, want to die too. You must pull yourself together, Monsieur Bo vary. It will pass away. Come to see us; my daughter thinks of you now and again, d'ye know, and she says you are forgetting her. Spring will soon be here. We'll have some rabbit-shooting in the warrens to amuse you a bit. Charles followed his advice. He went back to the Ber- taux. He found all as he had left it, that is to say, as it was five months ago. The pear trees were already in blossom, and Farmer Eouault, on his legs again, came and went, making the farm more full of life. Thinking it his duty to he...