Saturday, February 7, 2009

hazy saturdaynight/sundaymorning reflections


It seems that Flaubert hated doctors as I hate lawyers.
Really if you want to have any sort of respect for the professional classes don't be born into a family of them.

"On l'avait trop saigné à l'hôpital, pour la fièvre jaune.
Quatre médecins le tenaient à la fois. Il était mort
immédiatement, et le chef avait dit:
-- Bon! encore un!"
("Un Coeur Simple", Gustave Flaubert)

Now, at whatever hour this is and for no particular reason, on to Faulkner who loved Madame Bovary so much he read it once a year which is not an entirely horrible trait for a writer to have.




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