Here’s another favorite from Part II, Chapter 13. This one is speaking of Rodolphe’s heart condition. He is going through past correspondence from other women, and says,
What a lot of rubbish! Which summed up his opinion; for pleasures, like schoolboys in a school courtyard, had so trampled on his heart that no green thing grew there, and that which passed through it, more heedless than children, did not even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.
Flaubert really has a way with words. Sometimes the words he says just grab me and make me ponder. I may not have enjoyed the subject matter as much in this novel, but his command of the language and his analogies are so breath-taking.