‘Charles’ conversation was as flat as a street pavement, on which everybody’s ideas trudged past, in their workaday dress, provoking no emotion, no laughter, no dreams… he never had any desire to go to and see a Paris company at the theatre. He couldn’t swim, or fence, or fire a pistol, and was unable to explain a riding term she came across in a novel one day…
Regret with Madame Bovary
Regret with Madame Bovary
Regret with Madame Bovary
‘Charles’ conversation was as flat as a street pavement, on which everybody’s ideas trudged past, in their workaday dress, provoking no emotion, no laughter, no dreams… he never had any desire to go to and see a Paris company at the theatre. He couldn’t swim, or fence, or fire a pistol, and was unable to explain a riding term she came across in a novel one day…