Gemma Bovery Page #2

I must get some poison.

No poison, daft girl.

Definitely no poison!

But traps don't work.

Just forget rat poison.

It's arsenic.

It doesn't just kill field mice.

There are always accidents.

You have a dog. She is cute.

Want to find her all stiff...

Martin, enough of that!

For heaven's sake...

Girls scared of mice really turn you on,

don't they?

Me?

Of course.

I know how you tick.

Typical uptight Englishwoman,

no smiles,

pissed off with life.

She's pretty, but not all that pretty.

Quite boring, in fact!

A boring woman who can't stand

her boring life is not that boring.

Madame Bovary. Here we go again.

She's just boring, period.

No, it's totally different.

This is pain brioch?.

And the baguette over there?

Baguette ?pi.

And this one?

It's made with spelt. Kind of wheat.

It smells very, very good.

You're right.

Nothing smells as good as bread.

A beautiful, golden loaf.

Seeing it rise is magical.

Want to see how it's made?

So follow me.

Mind the step.

Bring your hands together. Gently.

Gentle and slow.

Now you've got it.

Knead the dough well.

It's all yours now.

Very... relaxing.

It's my yoga. Doing it every day...

Magical.

Touching bread is like touching...

the earth.

The original crust

from where life sprang.

Immersing your senses...

There's nothing more natural...

nothing more humble...

than wheat.

It's hot in here.

Yes, very hot.

Guess what he got on his Maths test.

It's enough.

No, it's not enough.

Tell your father what you got.

2, but because...

Because what?

Always "because"!

Want to re-do the year?

At least do the minimum.

He doesn't need advice.

He needs sanctions.

No more video games.

Are you crazy?

Okay, I got a 2, but...

It was an accident.

You've been having lots of accidents.

You're accident-prone.

How are this year's apples?

Not many. But enough...

More than none but less than plenty.

Hello, Madame Bovery.

Gus, stop that.

Stop bothering the little dog.

Have you read it?

It's a masterpiece.

It blew me away when I was 16.

She wants everything from love

and is always disappointed.

A mundane story

told by a genius.

Flaubert invented

a bored woman,

a universal character.

She's almost become an archetype.

This might sound complicated.

But...

It seems... really wacky.

I don't know if it's "really wacky",

but your French is coming along.

Where's Carrington?

Gus, come!

- You hear the rain last night?

- I sure did.

We've got problems.

Holes in the roof.

The toilets are too full.

People think country life is paradise

but you need guts

not to get bogged down.

To counter the cliche',

a lot of people take antidepressants

in the country.

That or calva.

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