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Portrait of Gustave Flaubert Gustave Flaubert,  Madame Bovary — Part II/Chapter VIII (1886)

“ The feast was long, noisy, ill served; the guests were so crowded that they could hardly move their elbows; and the narrow planks used for forms almost broke down under their weight. They ate hugely. Each one stuffed himself on his own account. Sweat stood on every brow, and a whitish steam, like the vapour of a stream on an autumn morning, floated above the table between the hanging lamps. Rodolphe, leaning against the calico of the tent was thinking so earnestly of Emma that he heard nothing. ”
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Portrait of Gustave Flaubert Gustave Flaubert,  Madame Bovary — Part II/Chapter VIII (1886)

“ But what does agriculture matter to you? Do you understand anything about it?"
"Certainly I understand it, since I am a druggist—that is to say, a chemist. And the object of chemistry, Madame Lefrancois, being the knowledge of the reciprocal and molecular action of all natural bodies, it follows that agriculture is comprised within its domain. And, in fact, the composition of the manure, the fermentation of liquids, the analyses of gases, and the influence of miasmata, what, I ask you, is all this, if it isn't chemistry, pure and simple?"
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Portrait of Gustave Flaubert Gustave Flaubert,  Madame Bovary — Part II/Chapter VIII (1886)

“ Rodolphe had drawn nearer to Emma, and said to her in a low voice, speaking rapidly—
"Does not this conspiracy of the world revolt you? Is there a single sentiment it does not condemn? The noblest instincts, the purest sympathies are persecuted, slandered; and if at length two poor souls do meet, all is so organised that they cannot blend together. Yet they will make the attempt; they will flutter their wings; they will call upon each other.
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