Friday, May 30, 2014

And he . . . he was in Paris, now. Far away! What was it like, in Paris? What an immense name! She said it softly to herself again, for the pleasure of the sound; it rang in her ears like a great cathedral bell, it flamed before her eyes, even on the labels of her pots of ointment.

~Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

2 comments:

Daisy said...

"She said it softly to herself again, for the pleasure of the sound; it rang in her ears like a great cathedral bell," I love that! :) Have a nice weekend!

Trish said...

Thanks! You too :)