quoth the raven (XXXV)

je meurs comme un chien et cette putain de bovary vivra toujours.

it is said that flaubert said this when he was dying - in despair, perhaps, by realizing that the character he created, madame bovary, would live forever, while his body was failing him. "i'm dying like a dog, while bovary, that whore, will live forever", in another of my rough translations. i feel eerily tempted to translate these words into something else, but i must resist the temptation. for tonight.