" What remains then is fatalité, the mysterious fate behind which Flaubert the naysayer, Flaubert the runaway, hides. I’m good for nothing? I’m a dodgy scribbler? I’m not a useful member of society?—Eh bien, tant pis! C’est la faute de la fatalité. "

― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man