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“Ich habe immer versucht, in einem Elfenbeinturm zu leben; aber ein Meer aus Scheiße schlägt an seine Mauern, genug, ihn zum Einsturz zu bringen.”

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Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert

Gustave Flaubert, born on December 12, 1821 and died on May 8, 1880, was a prominent French writer of the 19th century. Known for his exquisite literary skills and profound psychological portrayals, Flaubert is best remembered for his masterpiece 'Madame Bovary'. more

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