beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ooh la oui! Listen to how beautiful Madame Bovary is: "She opened [her parasol], and the sun, striking through the fabric which was of the colour of a pigeon's breast, threw flickering lights upon the white skin of her face. She smiled within its shadow at the damp warmth of the day, and he could hear the drops of water falling one by one upon the tight-stretched silk." Whoa! Don't you wish you were Monsieur Bovary, just at that moment? I haven't read but 50 pages, so I don't know what becomes of the Bovaries -- maybe they're big douchies -- but isn't that a beautiful passage? And also: "Are you looking for something" she asked. "My riding whip," he said. 9:02 p.m. - 2005-08-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||