Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarya sign sent to earth angels with wings of fire to carry her matters, as soon as they went beyond a certain limit he wroteaway in their arms.to Monsieur Boulard, bookseller to Monsignor, to send himThis splendid vision dwelt in her memory as the most beautifulthing that it was possible to dream, so that now she seller, with as much indifference as if he had been sending off“something good for a lady who was very clever.” The book-strove to recall her sensation. That still lasted, however, but in hardware to niggers, packed up, pellmell, everything that wasa less exclusive fashion and with a deeper sweetness. Her soul, then the fashion in the pious book trade. There were littletortured by pride, at length found rest in Christian humility, manuals in questions and answers, pamphlets of aggressiveand, tasting the joy of weakness, she saw within herself the tone after the manner of Monsieur de Maistre, and certaindestruction of her will, that must have left a wide entrance novels in rose-coloured bindings and with a honied style,for the inroads of heavenly grace. There existed, then, in the manufactured by troubadour seminarists or penitent bluestockings.There were the “Think of it; the Man of the Worldplace of happiness, still greater joys—another love beyond allloves, without pause and without end, one that would grow at Mary’s Feet, by Monsieur de ---, decorated with many Orders”;“The Errors of Voltaire, for the Use of the Young,” etc.eternally! She saw amid the illusions of her hope a state ofpurity floating above the earth mingling with heaven, to which Madame Bovary’s mind was not yet sufficiently clear toshe aspired. She wanted to become a saint. She bought chapletsand wore amulets; she wished to have in her room, by the reading in too much hurry. She grew provoked at the doc-apply herself seriously to anything; moreover, she began thisside of her bed, a reliquary set in emeralds that she might kiss trines of religion; the arrogance of the polemic writings displeasedher by their inveteracy in attacking people she did notit every evening.The cure marvelled at this humour, although Emma’s religion,he thought, might, from its fervour, end by touching to her written in such ignorance of the world, that they insen-know; and the secular stories, relieved with religion, seemedon heresy, extravagance. But not being much versed in these sibly estranged her from the truths for whose proof she was184