Raylene Richards Friend

"I find that nothing is more admirable sunset," she said, "but on the sea shore, particularly."

"oh.io I love the sea!" Said Mr. Leon.

"and does not seem to you," replied Madame Bovary, "that the spirit of free spaces on the boundless expanse contemplation of which elevates the soul and gives ideas of infinity, in perfect? \u200b\u200b"

" The same thing happens with the landscapes of mountains, "continued Leon. "I told my cousin, who last year made a trip to Switzerland, which you can not even imagine the poetry of those lakes, the charm of the waterfalls, the effect produced by huge glaciers. You can see a pine incredible greatness thrown through the streams, cottages suspended over precipices, and a thousand feet below you, whole valleys when the clouds disappear. Shows to inspire, be prepared to prayer, to ecstasy! So much so that I do not wonder at all that famous musician who better to stimulate the imagination was in the habit of going to play the piano before some imposing landscape. "

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" just like me, "said Leon. "What's better actually, that sit in the evening by the fire with a good book in hand, while the wind beat against the shutters and the burning light of the lamp?"

"It seems so to you? "Emma said, staring with his eyes wide open blacks.

"Do not think of anything," continued the young man, "and pass the hours. Without stepping through it imaginary countries and thought, intertwined with fantasy, or is lost in the details nicely follows the contours of every adventure. Mingles with the characters, as if we beat ourselves in their shoes. "

'It is true! It 'really well, "she said.

"And did you ever," continued Leon, "to find a book in the charge of the fleeting idea that you yourself have had, an image that returns from the past darkly, almost the full revelation of your feelings more intangible? "

" I tried all this, "she said.

"That's why," he said, "I like above all poets. I find that the verses are the cutest of prose, and move more easily to tears. "

"In the long run, however, get tired," continued Emma. "Instead, in this period, especially love stories that are read in one breath, in every page that make you tremble. I hate the characters banal and moderate sentiments, there are already too much in human nature. "

"Indeed," said the clerk, "works that touch the heart turn away, I think, the true purpose of Art. It 'so pleasant, in the midst of the disappointments of life, to return the greeting to the noble characters, with the pure, with images of joy.. "

Madame Bovary