Camilo MarinoMarinoitibarenNomexy, 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.