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" I demand a closed chamber, for regrettably, what the accused has proposed to reveal here is a danger to public morals. The defendant, infected by his wife’s dissoluteness, which judicial language lacks words to describe, is the most appalling specimen I have ever come across in the long course of my life as a guardian of order and morals. Look at him, how he sits there, his gaze unmoved, at his table at the inn, hatching his plans for murder, necrophilia, and sodomy, le visage blême, serrant dans la main gauche la fiole avec le poison [50]—the palefaced killer! "
― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man
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" So Gustave Flaubert was playing as he composed Madame Bovary, groaning under the crushing weight of words; and the game plays out further in these pages, albeit according to a different set of rules. Charles Bovary, the poor man from whom everything was stripped away, love, his beloved, his possessions, and even his memory—for, as he is forced to realize, he has lived in error—was treated by Gustave Flaubert as a quantité négligeable. "
― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man
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" No doubt, Charles abetted the two adulterous affairs of his Emma, whom he loved, in an implausible, suspect way. Well then, his considerateness showed his stupidity, as we have been assured, and more than once. But love sets a limit to stupidity. No one in his right mind—and the country doctor certainly was, or else he would never have reached the modest status of glorified barber-surgeon—behaves like the cocu, the cuckold of bad jokes the men in the Café du "
― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man
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" Charles Bovary, officier de santé, dupe, whom all our sympathy is owed, even if we do not wish to detract from our love for Emma, for Madame Bovary, who breaks free of the prison of her time and world, breaks free and falls to earth tragically, where her disconsolate widower wishes to dig her out with his bare hands, once more to press her cadaver to his sorrowful, passionate heart. "
― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man
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" In the grave of unconscious memory, the one and only great love, Elisa Foucault-Schlésinger, around nine years his elder, whom Gustave met in Trouville, too young to be in passion’s thrall; Elisa, whom he loved as he loved no other woman in his life, save for his mother, who always hovered as a kindly but stern shadow over the house in Croisset. "
― Jean Améry , Charles Bovary, Country Doctor: A Portrait of a Simple Man