Madame Bovary - Penn State University

FlaubertHe was so exasperated he quoted Latin. He would have book out of his pocket. The lad stooped, but Homais wasquoted Chinese or Greenlandish had he known those two the quicker, and, having picked up the volume, contemplatedlanguages, for he was in one of those crises in which the whole it with staring eyes and open mouth.soul shows indistinctly what it contains, like the ocean, which, “Conjugal—love!” he said, slowly separating the two words.in the storm, opens itself from the seaweeds on its shores “Ah! very good! very good! very pretty! And illustrations! Oh,down to the sands of its abysses.this is too much!”And he went on—Madame Homais came forward.“I am beginning to repent terribly of having taken you up! “No, do not touch it!”I should certainly have done better to have left you to rot in The children wanted to look at the pictures.your poverty and the dirt in which you were born. Oh, you’ll “Leave the room,” he said imperiously; and they went out.never be fit for anything but to herd animals with horns! You First he walked up and down with the open volume in hishave no aptitude for science! You hardly know how to stick hand, rolling his eyes, choking, tumid, apoplectic. Then heon a label! And there you are, dwelling with me snug as a came straight to his pupil, and, planting himself in front ofparson, living in clover, taking your ease!”him with crossed arms—But Emma, turning to Madame Homais, “I was told to “Have you every vice, then, little wretch? Take care! you arecome here—”on a downward path. Did not you reflect that this infamous“Oh, dear me!” interrupted the good woman, with a sad book might fall in the hands of my children, kindle a spark inair, “how am I to tell you? It is a misfortune!”their minds, tarnish the purity of Athalie, corrupt Napoleon.She could not finish, the druggist was thundering—”Empty He is already formed like a man. Are you quite sure, anyhow,it! Clean it! Take it back! Be quick!”that they have not read it? Can you certify to me—”And seizing Justin by the collar of his blouse, he shook a “But really, sir,” said Emma, “you wished to tell me—”213