April 12, 1857 –
Our duty is to feel what is great and love what is beautiful — not to accept all the social conventions and the infamies they impose on us.
… She had bought herself a blotter, a writing case, a pen and some envelopes, although she had no one to write to; she would dust off her whatnot, look at herself in the mirror, pick up a book, then begin to daydream between the lines and let it fall to her lap. She longed to travel, or to go back and live in the convent. She wanted both to die and to live in Paris.
Gustave Flaubert’s first novel, Madame Bovary was published in book form, on this date.
And So It Goes
The Haus of Dcaligari 