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“But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.”

Quote by Gustave Flaubert

Book:madame bovary
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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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