"....No one can ever express the exact measure of his needs, or conceptions, or sorrows. The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars..."
'Madame Bovary', Gustave Flaubert
Notebook: 1986-87
'Madame Bovary', Gustave Flaubert
Notebook: 1986-87
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