Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovarymight perhaps succeed in reviving her. Once he even bent laden with a stock of camphor, of benzine, and aromatic herbs.towards he, and cried in a low voice, “Emma! Emma!” His He also carried a large jar full of chlorine water, to keep off allstrong breathing made the flames of the candles tremble miasmata. Just then the servant, Madame Lefrancois, andagainst the wall.Madame Bovary senior were busy about Emma, finishingAt daybreak Madame Bovary senior arrived. Charles as he dressing her, and they were drawing down the long stiff veilembraced her burst into another flood of tears. She tried, as that covered her to her satin shoes.the chemist had done, to make some remarks to him on the Felicite was sobbing—”Ah! my poor mistress! my poor mistress!”expenses of the funeral. He became so angry that she wassilent, and he even commissioned her to go to town at once “Look at her,” said the landlady, sighing; “how pretty sheand buy what was necessary.still is! Now, couldn’t you swear she was going to get up in aCharles remained alone the whole afternoon; they had taken minute?”Berthe to Madame Homais’; Felicite was in the room upstairswith Madame Lefrancois.raise the head a little, and a rush of black liquid issued, as ifThen they bent over her to put on her wreath. They had toIn the evening he had some visitors. He rose, pressed their she were vomiting, from her mouth.hands, unable to speak. Then they sat down near one another,and formed a large semicircle in front of the fire. With Lefrancois. “Now, just come and help,” she said to the chem-“Oh, goodness! The dress; take care!” cried Madamelowered faces, and swinging one leg crossed over the other ist. “Perhaps you’re afraid?”knee, they uttered deep sighs at intervals; each one was inordinatelybored, and yet none would be the first to go. I’ve seen all sorts of things at the hospital when I was studying“I afraid?” replied he, shrugging his shoulders. “I dare say!Homais, when he returned at nine o’clock (for the last two pharmacy. We used to make punch in the dissecting room!days only Homais seemed to have been on the Place), was Nothingness does not terrify a philosopher; and, as I often282
Flaubertsay, I even intend to leave my body to the hospitals, in order, “Come, take a pinch of snuff,” he said to him. “Take it; it’lllater on, to serve science.”relieve you.”The cure on his arrival inquired how Monsieur Bovary was, A continual barking was heard in the distance. “Do youand, on the reply of the druggist, went on—”The blow, you hear that dog howling?” said the chemist.see, is still too recent.”“They smell the dead,” replied the priest. “It’s like bees;Then Homais congratulated him on not being exposed, they leave their hives on the decease of any person.”like other people, to the loss of a beloved companion; whence Homais made no remark upon these prejudices, for he hadthere followed a discussion on the celibacy of priests. again dropped asleep. Monsieur Bournisien, stronger than he,“For,” said the chemist, “it is unnatural that a man should went on moving his lips gently for some time, then insensiblyhis chin sank down, he let fall his big black boot, anddo without women! There have been crimes—”“But, good heaven!” cried the ecclesiastic, “how do you expectan individual who is married to keep the secrets of the They sat opposite one another, with protruding stomachs,began to snore.confessional, for example?”puffed-up faces, and frowning looks, after so much disagreementuniting at last in the same human weakness, and theyHomais fell foul of the confessional. Bournisien defended it; heenlarged on the acts of restitution that it brought about. He cited moved no more than the corpse by their side, that seemed tovarious anecdotes about thieves who had suddenly become honest.Military men on approaching the tribunal of penitence had felt Charles coming in did not wake them. It was the last time;be sleeping.the scales fall from their eyes. At Fribourg there was a minister— he came to bid her farewell.His companion was asleep. Then he felt somewhat stifled The aromatic herbs were still smoking, and spirals of bluishvapour blended at the window-sash with the fog that wasby the over-heavy atmosphere of the room; he opened thewindow; this awoke the chemist.coming in. There were few stars, and the night was warm.283
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<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>might perhaps succeed in reviving her. Once he even bent laden with a stock of camphor, of benzine, and aromatic herbs.towards he, and cried in a low voice, “Emma! Emma!” His He also carried a large jar full of chlorine water, to keep off allstrong breathing made the flames of the candles tremble miasmata. Just then the servant, <strong>Madame</strong> Lefrancois, andagainst the wall.<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> senior were busy about Emma, finishingAt daybreak <strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> senior arrived. Charles as he dressing her, and they were drawing down the long stiff veilembraced her burst into another flood of tears. She tried, as that covered her to her satin shoes.the chemist had done, to make some remarks to him on the Felicite was sobbing—”Ah! my poor mistress! my poor mistress!”expenses of the funeral. He became so angry that she wassilent, and he even commissioned her to go to town at once “Look at her,” said the landlady, sighing; “how pretty sheand buy what was necessary.still is! Now, couldn’t you swear she was going to get up in aCharles remained alone the whole afternoon; they had taken minute?”Berthe to <strong>Madame</strong> Homais’; Felicite was in the room upstairswith <strong>Madame</strong> Lefrancois.raise the head a little, and a rush of black liquid issued, as ifThen they bent over her to put on her wreath. They had toIn the evening he had some visitors. He rose, pressed their she were vomiting, from her mouth.hands, unable to speak. Then they sat down near one another,and formed a large semicircle in front of the fire. With Lefrancois. “Now, just come and help,” she said to the chem-“Oh, goodness! The dress; take care!” cried <strong>Madame</strong>lowered faces, and swinging one leg crossed over the other ist. “Perhaps you’re afraid?”knee, they uttered deep sighs at intervals; each one was inordinatelybored, and yet none would be the first to go. I’ve seen all sorts of things at the hospital when I was studying“I afraid?” replied he, shrugging his shoulders. “I dare say!Homais, when he returned at nine o’clock (for the last two pharmacy. We used to make punch in the dissecting room!days only Homais seemed to have been on the Place), was Nothingness does not terrify a philosopher; and, as I often282
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