Madame Bovary - Penn State University
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Madame Bovarythe doctor did not dare to risk both operations at once; he who were waiting in the yard, and who fancied that Hippolytewas even trembling already for fear of injuring some importantregion that he did not know.led his patient into the machine, went home, where Emma,would reappear walking properly. Then Charles, having buck-Neither Ambrose Pare, applying for the first time since all anxiety, awaited him at the door. She threw herself on hisCelsus, after an interval of fifteen centuries, a ligature to an neck; they sat down to table; he ate much, and at dessert heartery, nor Dupuytren, about to open an abscess in the brain, even wanted to take a cup of coffee, a luxury he only permittedhimself on Sundays when there was company.nor Gensoul when he first took away the superior maxilla,had hearts that trembled, hands that shook, minds so strained The evening was charming, full of prattle, of dreams together.They talked about their future fortune, of the im-as Monsieur Bovary when he approached Hippolyte, his tenotomebetween his fingers. And as at hospitals, near by on a provements to be made in their house; he saw people’s estimationof him growing, his comforts increasing, his wife al-table lay a heap of lint, with waxed thread, many bandages—a pyramid of bandages—every bandage to be found at the ways loving him; and she was happy to refresh herself with adruggist’s. It was Monsieur Homais who since morning had new sentiment, healthier, better, to feel at last some tendernessfor this poor fellow who adored her. The thought ofbeen organising all these preparations, as much to dazzle themultitude as to keep up his illusions. Charles pierced the skin; Rodolphe for one moment passed through her mind, but hera dry crackling was heard. The tendon was cut, the operation eyes turned again to Charles; she even noticed with surpriseover. Hippolyte could not get over his surprise, but bent over that he had not bad teeth.Bovary’s hands to cover them with kisses.They were in bed when Monsieur Homais, in spite of the“Come, be calm,” said the druggist; “later on you will show servant, suddenly entered the room, holding in his hand ayour gratitude to your benefactor.”sheet of paper just written. It was the paragraph he intendedAnd he went down to tell the result to five or six inquirers for the “Fanal de Rouen.” He brought it for them to read.152
Flaubert“Read it yourself,” said Bovary.attempt, and the interest incident to the subject, had attractedHe read—such a concourse of persons that there was a veritable obstructionon the threshold of the establishment. The operation,“‘Despite the prejudices that still invest a part of the face ofEurope like a net, the light nevertheless begins to penetrate moreover, was performed as if by magic, and barely a few dropsour country places. Thus on Tuesday our little town of Yonville of blood appeared on the skin, as though to say that the rebellioustendon had at last given way beneath the efforts of art.found itself the scene of a surgical operation which is at thesame time an, act of loftiest philanthropy. Monsieur Bovary, The patient, strangely enough—we affirm it as an eye-witness—one of our, most distinguished practitioners—’”complained of no pain. His condition up to the present time“Oh, that is too much! too much!” said Charles, choking leaves nothing to be desired. Everything tends to show that hiswith emotion.convelescence will be brief; and who knows even if at our next“No, no! not at all! What next!”village festivity we shall not see our good Hippolyte figuring in“‘—Performed an operation on a club-footed man.’ I have the bacchic dance in the midst of a chorus of joyous booncompanions,and thus proving to all eyes by his verve and hisnot used the scientific term, because you know in a newspapereveryone would not perhaps understand. The masses capers his complete cure? Honour, then, to the generous savants!Honour to those indefatigable spirits who consecratemust—’”“No doubt,” said Bovary; “go on!”their vigils to the amelioration or to the alleviation of their“I proceed,” said the chemist. “‘Monsieur Bovary, one of our kind! Honour, thrice honour! Is it not time to cry that themost distinguished practitioners, performed an operation on a blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that whichclub-footed man called Hippolyte Tautain, stableman for the fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishesfor all men. We shall keep our readers informed as tolast twenty-five years at the hotel of the “Lion d’Or,” kept byWidow Lefrancois, at the Place d’Armes. The novelty of the the successive phases of this remarkable cure.’”153
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Flaubert“Read it yourself,” said <strong>Bovary</strong>.attempt, and the interest incident to the subject, had attractedHe read—such a concourse of persons that there was a veritable obstructionon the threshold of the establishment. The operation,“‘Despite the prejudices that still invest a part of the face ofEurope like a net, the light nevertheless begins to penetrate moreover, was performed as if by magic, and barely a few dropsour country places. Thus on Tuesday our little town of Yonville of blood appeared on the skin, as though to say that the rebellioustendon had at last given way beneath the efforts of art.found itself the scene of a surgical operation which is at thesame time an, act of loftiest philanthropy. Monsieur <strong>Bovary</strong>, The patient, strangely enough—we affirm it as an eye-witness—one of our, most distinguished practitioners—’”complained of no pain. His condition up to the present time“Oh, that is too much! too much!” said Charles, choking leaves nothing to be desired. Everything tends to show that hiswith emotion.convelescence will be brief; and who knows even if at our next“No, no! not at all! What next!”village festivity we shall not see our good Hippolyte figuring in“‘—Performed an operation on a club-footed man.’ I have the bacchic dance in the midst of a chorus of joyous booncompanions,and thus proving to all eyes by his verve and hisnot used the scientific term, because you know in a newspapereveryone would not perhaps understand. The masses capers his complete cure? Honour, then, to the generous savants!Honour to those indefatigable spirits who consecratemust—’”“No doubt,” said <strong>Bovary</strong>; “go on!”their vigils to the amelioration or to the alleviation of their“I proceed,” said the chemist. “‘Monsieur <strong>Bovary</strong>, one of our kind! Honour, thrice honour! Is it not time to cry that themost distinguished practitioners, performed an operation on a blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that whichclub-footed man called Hippolyte Tautain, stableman for the fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishesfor all men. We shall keep our readers informed as tolast twenty-five years at the hotel of the “Lion d’Or,” kept byWidow Lefrancois, at the Place d’Armes. The novelty of the the successive phases of this remarkable cure.’”153
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