Madame Bovary Page #3

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can I make a living here...

Oh, yes, and a garden for Madame Bovary.

Are you making notes, Leon,|or composing poetry in your head?

- My clerk, Leon Dupuis.|- How do you do?

Leon's value to Yonville is largely cultural,|shall we say, ornamental?

He has no mind for details.

- Now, now, where was I?|- You...

Oh, yes, oh, yes.|A garden for Madame Bovary.

Well, a garden may present|some difficulty, but...

Make a living in Yonville?

My boy, why,|of course you'll make a living.

Thank you, Mayor Tuvache.|Thank you very much.

Why, of course, of course. An ample living.

Why, Yonville is the garden spot|of Normandy.

In Yonville, the temperature seldom falls|in winter below the freezing point

or in summer rises above|86 degrees Fahrenheit.

And consider, monsieur,|we have a stagecoach, the Hirondelle.

It'll be a great convenience to your wife.

It leaves the inn at 9:00 every morning|for shopping at Rouen.

- Why do you laugh?|- My wife, she...

I don't even know that she'll marry me.

Oh, never fear. She will.|Tell her about Yonville.

- Yes, tell her about Yonville.|- I will.

Yonville. It sounds like heaven.|Tell me all about it again.

Well, there's the Place d'Armes.|That's the...

And the inn|just the other side of the canal.

This is a... The Mayor said|I should tell you about Yonville,

but I never thought|it would work this well.

Emma, your father's almost well now,

and I guess|I won't get to see you anymore.

Why, I mean,|you haven't known me very long, but...

Emma, please will you marry me?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, there's no reason in the world|why you should marry me.

I'm not a very good doctor.|I'll be lucky if I make a living.

I haven't had much schooling.

If I work hard,|it's because I know I have little talent.

- I have to work hard.|- Oh, don't say that.

Emma.

Emma, listen to me|before you say anything.

I'm easy to get along with|and I'll be a good husband,

but I'm not very exciting.

Charles! Charles, you're the handsomest,|most distinguished man in all this world.

Emma, remind me to thank that Mayor.

- How can you laugh at them?|- Oh, they mean well.

Take me away, Charles, please.

I would like to propose a toast.

Sit down, sit down, sit down!

Charles. Charles!

A country wedding scene.

Please help me.

The cruelty, the ugliness,

the drunkenness, lechery, vulgarity.

The sheer noise.

There they go!

- I want to kiss the bride.|- Charles!

- I wanna kiss you.|- Leave her alone.

There she goes.

There they go.

- Go and get them.|- Watch it!

He took her away from the squealing pigs,

from the dunghill beside the door,

from the boors and the backcountry|and the shame. He took her away.

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