Madame Bovary - Penn State University
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Madame BovaryThe two men were much surprised at Bovary’s romantic passengers get out, one after the other. Felicite put down aideas. The chemist at once went to him and said—mattress for him in the drawing-room. He threw himself upon“This velvet seems to me a superfetation. Besides, the expense—”Although a philosopher, Monsieur Homais respected theit and fell asleep.“What’s that to you?” cried Charles. “Leave me! You did dead. So bearing no grudge to poor Charles, he came backnot love her. Go!”again in the evening to sit up with the body; bringing withThe priest took him by the arm for a turn in the garden. him three volumes and a pocket-book for taking notes.He discoursed on the vanity of earthly things. God was very Monsieur Bournisien was there, and two large candles weregreat, was very good: one must submit to his decrees without burning at the head of the bed, that had been taken out of thea murmur; nay, must even thank him.alcove. The druggist, on whom the silence weighed, was notCharles burst out into blasphemies: “I hate your God!” long before he began formulating some regrets about this “unfortunateyoung woman.” and the priest replied that there“The spirit of rebellion is still upon you,” sighed the ecclesiastic.was nothing to do now but pray for her.Bovary was far away. He was walking with great strides along “Yet,” Homais went on, “one of two things; either she diedby the wall, near the espalier, and he ground his teeth; he raised in a state of grace (as the Church has it), and then she has noto heaven looks of malediction, but not so much as a leaf stirred. need of our prayers; or else she departed impertinent (that is,A fine rain was falling: Charles, whose chest was bare, at last I believe, the ecclesiastical expression), and then—”began to shiver; he went in and sat down in the kitchen. Bournisien interrupted him, replying testily that it was noneAt six o’clock a noise like a clatter of old iron was heard on the less necessary to pray.the Place; it was the “Hirondelle” coming in, and he remained “But,” objected the chemist, “since God knows all our needs,with his forehead against the windowpane, watching all the what can be the good of prayer?”280
Flaubert“What!” cried the ecclesiastic, “prayer! Why, aren’t you a terrace. Monsieur Bournisien from time to time blew his noseChristian?”noisily, and Homais’ pen was scratching over the paper.“Excuse me,” said Homais; “I admire Christianity. To beginwith, it enfranchised the slaves, introduced into the world is tearing you to pieces.”“Come, my good friend,” he said, “withdraw; this spectaclea morality—”Charles once gone, the chemist and the cure recommenced“That isn’t the question. All the texts-”their discussions.“Oh! oh! As to texts, look at history; it, is known that all “Read Voltaire,” said the one, “read D’Holbach, read thethe texts have been falsified by the Jesuits.”‘Encyclopaedia’!”Charles came in, and advancing towards the bed, slowly “Read the ‘Letters of some Portuguese Jews,’” said the other;drew the curtains.“read ‘The Meaning of Christianity,’ by Nicolas, formerly aEmma’s head was turned towards her right shoulder, the cornerof her mouth, which was open, seemed like a black hole at They grew warm, they grew red, they both talked at oncemagistrate.”the lower part of her face; her two thumbs were bent into the without listening to each other. Bournisien was scandalized atpalms of her hands; a kind of white dust besprinkled her lashes, such audacity; Homais marvelled at such stupidity; and theyand her eyes were beginning to disappear in that viscous pallor were on the point of insulting one another when Charles suddenlyreappeared. A fascination drew him. He was continu-that looks like a thin web, as if spiders had spun it over. Thesheet sunk in from her breast to her knees, and then rose at the ally coming upstairs.tips of her toes, and it seemed to Charles that infinite masses, He stood opposite her, the better to see her, and he lost himselfin a contemplation so deep that it was no longer painful.an enormous load, were weighing upon her.The church clock struck two. They could hear the loud He recalled stories of catalepsy, the marvels of magnetism,murmur of the river flowing in the darkness at the foot of the and he said to himself that by willing it with all his force he281
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Flaubert“What!” cried the ecclesiastic, “prayer! Why, aren’t you a terrace. Monsieur Bournisien from time to time blew his noseChristian?”noisily, and Homais’ pen was scratching over the paper.“Excuse me,” said Homais; “I admire Christianity. To beginwith, it enfranchised the slaves, introduced into the world is tearing you to pieces.”“Come, my good friend,” he said, “withdraw; this spectaclea morality—”Charles once gone, the chemist and the cure recommenced“That isn’t the question. All the texts-”their discussions.“Oh! oh! As to texts, look at history; it, is known that all “Read Voltaire,” said the one, “read D’Holbach, read thethe texts have been falsified by the Jesuits.”‘Encyclopaedia’!”Charles came in, and advancing towards the bed, slowly “Read the ‘Letters of some Portuguese Jews,’” said the other;drew the curtains.“read ‘The Meaning of Christianity,’ by Nicolas, formerly aEmma’s head was turned towards her right shoulder, the cornerof her mouth, which was open, seemed like a black hole at They grew warm, they grew red, they both talked at oncemagistrate.”the lower part of her face; her two thumbs were bent into the without listening to each other. Bournisien was scandalized atpalms of her hands; a kind of white dust besprinkled her lashes, such audacity; Homais marvelled at such stupidity; and theyand her eyes were beginning to disappear in that viscous pallor were on the point of insulting one another when Charles suddenlyreappeared. A fascination drew him. He was continu-that looks like a thin web, as if spiders had spun it over. Thesheet sunk in from her breast to her knees, and then rose at the ally coming upstairs.tips of her toes, and it seemed to Charles that infinite masses, He stood opposite her, the better to see her, and he lost himselfin a contemplation so deep that it was no longer painful.an enormous load, were weighing upon her.The church clock struck two. They could hear the loud He recalled stories of catalepsy, the marvels of magnetism,murmur of the river flowing in the darkness at the foot of the and he said to himself that by willing it with all his force he281
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