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“Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.”

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madame bovary

Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary is a seminal work of 19th-century French literature. The novel follows the life of Emma Bovary, a woman who is discontent with her provincial life and marries Charles Bovary, a dull and unambitious country doctor. Emma's dissatisfaction leads her to seek fulfillment through romantic escapades and extramarital affairs, ultimately leading to disaster. Flaubert's meticulous attention to detail and his exploration of themes such as social class, materialism, and the human condition have made this novel a classic of world literature. more

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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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