: Gustave Flaubert
: Madame Bovary
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455425426
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
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Selon Wikipedia: 'Madame Bovary (1856) est le premier roman publié de Gustave Flaubert et est considéré comme son chef-d'œuvre: l'histoire d'Emma Bovary, épouse du docteur, qui a des affaires adultères et vit au-dessus de ses moyens. Bien que l'intrigue de base soit plutôt simple, voire archétypale, le véritable art du roman réside dans ses détails et ses schémas cachés: Flaubert était un perfectionniste notoire et prétendait toujours chercher le mot juste. Le roman a été attaqué pour obscénité par les procureurs quand il a été publié en feuilleton dans La Revue de Paris entre le 1er octobre 1856 et le 15 décembre 1856, ce qui a conduit à un procès notoire en janvier 1857. Après l'acquittement le 7 février 1857, est devenu un best-seller quand il a été publié comme un livre en avril de 1857, et est maintenant pratiquement non contesté non seulement comme une œuvre séminale du réalisme, mais comme l'un des romans les plus influents jamais écrit. '

Chapter Five


 

It was a Sunday in February, an afternoon when the snow was falling.

 

They had all, Monsieur and Madame Bovary, Homais, and Monsieur Leon, gone to see a yarn-mill that was being built in the valley a mile and a half from Yonville. The druggist had taken Napoleon and Athalie to give them some exercise, and Justin accompanied them, carrying the umbrellas on his shoulder.

 

Nothing, however, could be less curious than this curiosity. A great piece of waste ground, on which pell-mell, amid a mass of sand and stones, were a few break-wheels, already rusty, surrounded by a quadrangular building pierced by a number of little windows. The building was unfinished; the sky could be seen through the joists of the roofing. Attached to the stop-plank of the gable a bunch of straw mixed with corn-ears fluttered its tricoloured ribbons in the wind.

 

Homais was talking. He explained to the company the future importance of this establishment, computed the strength of the floorings, the thickness of the walls, and regretted extremely not having a yard-stick such as Monsieur Binet possessed for his own special use.

 

Emma, who had taken his arm, bent lightly against his shoulder, and she looked at the sun's disc shedding afar through the mist his pale splendour. She turned. Charles was there. His cap was drawn down over his eyebrows, and his two thick lips were trembling, which added a look of stupidity to his face; his very back, his calm back, was irritating to behold, and she saw written upon his coat all the platitude of the bearer.

 

While she was considering him thus, tasting in her irritation a sort of depraved pleasure, Leon made a step forward. The cold that made him pale seemed to add a more gentle languor to his face; between his cravat and his neck the somewhat loose collar of his shirt showed the skin; the lobe of his ear looked out from beneath a lock of hair, and his large blue eyes, raised to the clouds, seemed to Emma more limpid and more beautiful than those mountain-lakes where the heavens are mirrored.

 

"Wretched boy!" suddenly cried the chemist.

 

And he ran to his son, who had just precipitated hi