There isn’t a bourgeois alive who, in the ferment of his youth, if only for a day or for a minute, hasn’t thought himself capable of boundless passions and noble exploits. The sorriest little woman-chaser has dreamed of Oriental Queens; in a corner of every notary’s heart lie the moldy remains of a poet.
--Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert
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