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I'm the sort of man who's doomed to be a failure and I'll go to my grave without ever knowing whether I was real gold or just tinsel!
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Emma was just like any other mistress; and the charm of novelty, falling down slowly like a dress, exposed only the eternal monotony of passion, always the same forms and the same language.
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novelty
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Gustave Flaubert |
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There was an air of indifference about them, a calm produced by the gratification of every passion; and through their manners were suave, one could sense beneath them that special brutality which comes from the habit of breaking down half-hearted resistances that keep one fit and tickle one's vanity--the handling of blooded horses, the pursuit of loose women.
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noblemen
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Gustave Flaubert |
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5ae10c4
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A man, at least, is free; he can explore every passion, every land, overcome obstacles, taste the most distant pleasures. But a woman is continually thwarted. Inert and pliant at the same time, she must struggle against both the softness of her flesh and subjection to the law. Her will, like the veil tied to her hat by a string, flutters with every breeze; there is always some desire luring her on, some convention holding her back.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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883e48d
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I have patience in all things - as far as the antechamber.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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b73dc24
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The world is going to become bloody stupid and from now on will be a very boring place. We're lucky to be living now.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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34f6c49
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How wonderful to find in living creatures the same substance as those which make up minerals. Nevertheless they felt a sort of humiliation at the idea that their persons contained phosphorous like matches, albumen like white of egg, hydrogen gas like street lamps.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Then they wondered if there were men in the stars. Why not? And as creation is harmonious, the inhabitants of Sirius ought to be huge, those of Mars middle-sized, those of Venus very small. Unless it is the same everywhere. There are businessmen, police up there; people trade, fight, dethrone their kings. Some shooting stars suddenly slid past, describing a course in the sky like the parabola of a monstrous rocket. 'My Word,' said Bouvard..
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earth
science
life
outer-space
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Gustave Flaubert |
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b595f32
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She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round in the light struck against her window like rebounding balls of gold.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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e63be63
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Charles' conversation was as flat as a street pavement, on which everybody's ideas trudged past, in their workaday dress, provoking no emotion, no laughter, no dreams.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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eecc21d
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One event sometimes had infinite ramifications and could change the whole settings of a person's life.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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be104e0
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What could be better than to sit besides the fire with a book and a glowing lamp while the wind beats outside the windows...
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Gustave Flaubert |
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bc8d1ee
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Emma repeated to herself, "Good Heavens! Why did I marry?"
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Gustave Flaubert |
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7455c35
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His heart was flooded with immense love, and as he gazed on her he could feel his mind growing numb.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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One thinks of nothing,' he continued; 'the hours slip by. Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blinding with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if it were yourself palpitating beneath their costumes.
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reading
feelings
books
madame-bovary
emotions
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Through the forest he pursued the she-monster whose tail coiled over the dead leaves like a silver stream; and he came to a meadow where women, with the hindquarters of dragons, stood around a great fire, raised on the tips of their tails. The moon shone red as blood in a pale circle and their scarlet tongues, formed like fishing harpoons, stretched out, curling to the edge of the flame.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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6a5b78f
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Everyone, he thought, must have adored her; all men assuredly must have coveted her. She seemed but the more beautiful to him for this; he was seized with a lasting, furious desire for her, that inflamed his despair, and that was boudless, because it was now unrealisable. To please her, as if she were still living, he adopted her predilections, her ideas; he bought patent leather boots and took to wearing white cravats. He put cosmetics on ..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Einen einzigen Gedanken hatte er, eine einzige Liebe, eine einzige Leidenschaft: die Bucher! Und diese Liebe, diese Leidenschaft verbrannten sein Inneres, verdarben sein Leben, verschlangen sein Dasein.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Ils en conclurent que la syntaxe est une fantaisie et la grammaire une illusion.
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phantasies
syntax
illusions
language
grammar
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Gustave Flaubert |
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752a6cd
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The most exaggerated speeches usually hid the weakest of feelings - as though the fullness of the soul did not overflow into the emptiest phrases, since no one can ever express the exact measure of his needs, his conceptions or his sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked pot on which we beat out rhythms for bears to dance to when we are striving to make music that will wring tears from the stars
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Gustave Flaubert |
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c0d2d6b
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So far as Emma was concerned she did not ask herself whether she was in love. Love, she thought, was something that must come suddenly, with a great display of thunder and lightning, descending on one's life like a tempest from above, turning it topsy-turvy, whirling away one's resolutions like leaves and bearing one onward, heart and soul, towards the abyss. She never bethought herself how on the terrace of a house the rain forms itself in..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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for now he was in one of those crises when the soul yields a blurred glimpse of all that it enfolds, like an ocean, tempest-torn, uncovering everything from the seaweed in the shallows to the sands of the abyss.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Quel bonheur dans ce temps-la ! quelle liberte ! quel espoir ! quellle abondance d'illusions ! Il n'en restait plus maintenant ! Elle en avait depense a toutes les aventures de son ame, par toutes les conditions successives, dans la virginite, dans le mariage et dans l'amour ; - les perdant ainsi continuellement le long de sa vie, comme un voyageur qui laisse quelque chose de sa richesse a toutes les auberges de la route. Mais qui donc la r..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Had they nothing else to say to one another? More serious communications were, to be sure, passing between their eyes. As they tried to make conversation, they felt the same languor stealing over them both, as if their whispering voices were being drowned by the deep continuous murmur of their souls. Surprised by the strange sweetness of it, they never thought to describe or to explain what they felt. Coming delights, like tropical beaches,..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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On days when it was too hot, they did not leave their room. The dazzling brilliance from outside plastered bars of light between the slats of the blinds. Not a sound in the village. Down below, on the sidewalk, no one. This spreading silence increased the tranquility of things. In the distance, the caulkers' hammers tamped the hulls, and a heavy breeze brought the smell of tar.
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silence
relaxation
summer
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Gustave Flaubert |
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as though the soul's abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions, and since human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing-bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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0dc3d3a
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But that happiness, no doubt, was a lie invented for the despair of all desire. She now knew the smallness of the passions that art exaggerated.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Ah!" thought Rodolphe, turning very pale, "that was what she came for." At last he said with a calm air-- "Dear madame, I have not got them." He did not lie. If he had had them, he would, no doubt, have given them, although it is generally disagreeable to do such fine things: a demand for money being, of all the winds that blow upon love, the coldest and most destructive."
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Gustave Flaubert |
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In his earliest youth, he had drawn inspiration from really bad authors, as you may have seen from his style; as he grew older, he lost his taste for them, but the excellent authors just didn't fill him with the same enthusiasm
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writing
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Gustave Flaubert |
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2f64597
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My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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c57b455
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Je suis ne avec le desir de mourir.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Il faut mettre son coeur dans l'art, son esprit dans le commun du monde, son corps ou il se trouve bien, sa bourse dans sa poche, son espoir nulle part.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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eee92cb
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Is it not time to cry that the blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that which fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishes for all men.
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science
homais
fanatics
improvement
fanaticism
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Gustave Flaubert |
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In the end idealism annoyed Bouvard. 'I don't want any more of it: the famous cogito is a bore. The ideas of things are taken for the things themselves. What we barely understand is explained by means of words that we do not understand at all! Substance, extension, force, matter and soul, are all so many abstractions, figments of the imagination. As for God, it is impossible to know how he is, or even if he is! Once he was the cause of wind..
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idealism
spirituality
religion
god
language
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Gustave Flaubert |
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785097c
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There was always an uncertain promise dangling in the future like a golden fruit hanging from some fantastic bough.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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You ask me whether the Orient is up to what I imagined it to be. Yes, it is; and more than that, it extends far beyond the narrow idea I had of it. I have found, clearly delineated, everything that was hazy in my mind. Facts have taken the place of suppositions - so excellently so that it is often as though I were suddenly coming upon old forgotten dreams.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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762ac60
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With a little more time, patience, and hard work, and above all with a more sensitive taste for the formal aspects of arts, he would have managed to write mediocre poetry, good enough for a lady's album - and this is always a gallant thing to do, whatever you may say.
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poets
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Gustave Flaubert |
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a2741e1
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Pentru el, universul nu era mai mare decat circumferinta matasoasa a fustei ei; isi reprosa ca n-o iubeste, i se facea dor s-o vada iar; si se intorcea repede, urca scara cu inima batand. Emma, in camera ei, isi facea toaleta; el intra cu pasi usori, o saruta pe spate, iar ea scotea un tipat. Nu se putea opri sa-i atinga tot timpul pieptenele, inelele, salul; uneori ii saruta zgomotos obrajii sau o coplesea cu un sirag de sarutari marunte d..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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43480bc
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Open them, weak yet proud man, pitiful ant that struggles to crawl over its speck of dust! You declare yourself free and great, and for all the wretchedness of your life you hold yourself in high esteem, celebrating - no doubt in a spirit of derision - your rotten and transient flesh. And then you imagine that this beautiful life, lived out between a little pride that you call greatness, and that base selfinterest which is at the heart of y..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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2457e62
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Iced champagne was poured out. Emma shivered all over as she felt it cold in her mouth. She had never seen pomegranates nor tasted pine-apples. The powdered sugar even seemed to her whiter and finer than elsewhere.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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ece472f
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One becomes a critic when one cannot be an artist, just as a man becomes a stool pigeon when he cannot be a soldier.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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aaa48c3
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She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.
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true
emotion
beauty
heart
love
selfish
sentimental
useless
lust
desire
sad
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Gustave Flaubert |
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67196b7
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And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is burning?
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Gustave Flaubert |
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7ebf00c
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The morality of art consists, for everyone, in the side that flatters its own interests. People do not like literature.
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literature
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Gustave Flaubert |