"In proportion to the ecstasies and exaltations I had known, I withdrew into myself and suffered. For a long time now my heart has been arid; no new thing may enter it, and it is as empty as the tombs in which the dead have rotted away. I held the sun in hatred. I was infuriated by the murmur of the river, by the prospect of the woods; nothing seemed so futile as the country. Everything grew somber and stale, and I lived in a perpetual twilight."
- from Gustave Flaubert's November
Ah Gustave Gustave!!! You were the one my Gustave!!!
I must read this book again. I have read it already 3 times but it's been more than 4 years now since the last time. It is time again. I must read it again. Soon. Maybe in another language this time ... hmmm yes ...