One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.
Gustave FlaubertShe was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.
Gustave FlaubertShe was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague โsheโ of all the poetry books.
Gustave Flaubert