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Novembre 1932

By Gustave Flaubert

  • Classic Literature, Fiction, Continental european fiction (fictional works by one author), Fiction, general

J'aime l'automne, cette triste saison va bien aux souvenirs. Quand les arbres n'ont plus de feuilles, quand le ciel conserve encore au crepuscule la teinte rousse qui dore l'herbe fanee, il est doux de regarder s'eteindre tout ce qui naguere brulait encore en vous.

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Grave, contemplative, character-led and prestige.

  • gravecomic
  • contemplativerelentless
  • character-ledplot-driven
  • unpretentiousprestige
  • earnestironic

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