Johnson, Evening in a Log Hut, 1868
“What’s more delightful than an evening beside the fire with
a nice bright lamp and a book, listening to the wind beating against the
windows …?
“How true!” she said, her universal eyes fixed intently on him.
“I’m absolutely removed from the world at such times,” he said. “The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there, I’m wandering in countries I can see every detail of – I’m playing a role in the story I’m reading. I actually feel I’m among the characters – I live and breathe with them.”
“I know!” she said. “I feel the same!”
Gustav Flaubert
“How true!” she said, her universal eyes fixed intently on him.
“I’m absolutely removed from the world at such times,” he said. “The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there, I’m wandering in countries I can see every detail of – I’m playing a role in the story I’m reading. I actually feel I’m among the characters – I live and breathe with them.”
“I know!” she said. “I feel the same!”
Gustav Flaubert
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