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A review by freagh
Indiana by George Sand
medium-paced
4.0
‘Man rarely tramples his conscience underfoot in cold blood. He turns it over, squeezes it, pulls it this way and that, distorts it, and when he has perverted it, enfeebled it, and worn it out, he carries it about with him as an indulgent and easy-going guardian, who gives in to his passions and his interest, but whom he always pretends to consult and to fear.’
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‘Your need of me made my life something more than that of a wild animal.’
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‘Poor provincial, who have left your fields, your expanse of sky, your green places, your home, and your family, to come and shut yourself up in this prison cell of the mind and the heart; look at Paris, the beautiful Paris that you had dreamed of as being so marvellous! Look at it stretched out there, black with mud and rain, noisy, foul, and swift as a torrent of mud!’
[ed. Oxford world’s classics, translated by Sylvia Raphael, quotes from pages 225, 249 and 235]
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‘Your need of me made my life something more than that of a wild animal.’
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‘Poor provincial, who have left your fields, your expanse of sky, your green places, your home, and your family, to come and shut yourself up in this prison cell of the mind and the heart; look at Paris, the beautiful Paris that you had dreamed of as being so marvellous! Look at it stretched out there, black with mud and rain, noisy, foul, and swift as a torrent of mud!’
[ed. Oxford world’s classics, translated by Sylvia Raphael, quotes from pages 225, 249 and 235]