Madame Bovary Page #2
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- 1949
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Emma Roualt, motherless,
had attended a convent|in the provincial city of Rouen.
Emma at first detested the convent.
The scales, the eternal scales, when|she might have been learning love songs.
The discipline, the dreadful conformity.
The eternal uniform,|when a girl's young body is budding.
Perhaps it was the discipline itself|and Emma's discontent
that drove her to dreams, and taught|a lonely girl to live within herself.
For these became the happy years,|these convent years,
when a young girl's mind could wander.
And then, as if to feed her dreams,
there was the old Swiss seamstress who|sang the love songs of the last century
and told stories about|love in a Swiss chalet
and love in a villa in Italy,
and to make|the geography lesson complete,
slipped them on the sly|novels forbidden by the sisters,
so they could read about|love in a cottage in Scotland
and love in a castle in Spain.
Novels, novels.
She lived in a world of love,|lovers, sweethearts,
persecuted ladies fainting|in lonely pavilions,
horses ridden to death on every page,
gentlemen, brave as lions,|gentle as lambs,
always well-dressed|and weeping like fountains.
Oh, love in Italy! Oh, love in Spain!
It seemed to Emma that certain places|on Earth must bring happiness,
as a plant peculiar to the soil|that cannot thrive elsewhere.
She would find it someday.
Happiness.
Fashion.
High romance.
One kind of dream and another kind of life.
The convent years ended|and Emma returned to the farm.
Had she been a normal girl,|her dreams might likewise have ended,
but in Emma|there was a terrifying capacity
for pursuing the impossible.
The dream did not end.
She had learned to be a woman for whom|experience would always be a prison,
and freedom would lie always|beyond the horizon.
Here, in these books, in these pictures,|we had taught her
that the strange was beautiful|and the familiar contemptible.
We had taught her to find glamour,|excitement, in the faraway
and only boredom in the here and now.
We had taught her what?
To believe in Cinderella,
and now, here, this morning,|Charles Bovary.
Emma Roualt, you cannot know.|He is not Prince Charming.
He is only a man.
It was very wise of you|to consult me, Doctor.
In all matters of wills, deeds, notes,|assignments, etcetera, etcetera,
I am at your service.|My mind is a storehouse of details.
You will need a house.
Monsieur Guillaumin,|I haven't decided yet.
You will. Leon!
Leon, please make a note.
A house for Dr. Bovary.
and a rear entrance through which the|doctor may come and go out on his calls.
You see, I think of every detail.
Monsieur, the detail|that I want to know is,
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