Camilo Marino Marino itibaren Nomexy, Fransa
How unpityingly sad this novel is! Flaubert writes of all the little things that could move us if he would allow it, but in such a way that we cannot be moved for Mme. Bovary unles we wish to tarnish our convictions and our morals. She ruins her husband. She is without a single saving grace. But is there any real person so lacking in any redeaming virtue? I hope not. Truly, becasue the landscape of Gustave Flaubert would indict us all, I think otherwise.