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She wished to have for her marriage portion the Ecalles meadow, which he could not dispose of, having partly retained it, like the farm, with the money of another person. "Exactly," said Pécuchet. "I had had the folly to promise her any favour she asked and this was what she was after! I attribute her obstinacy to this; for if she loved me she would have given way to me."
He had noted faults in M. Thiers's work, and he spoke with the utmost respect of a certain professor named Dumouchel. Bouvard had the advantage of him in other ways. His hair watch-chain, and his manner of whipping-up the mustard-sauce, revealed the greybeard, full of experience; and he ate with the corners of his napkin under his armpits, giving utterance to things which made Pécuchet laugh.
That celestial lamp-post, the moon, does not always show itself! Do you think the ocean was destined for ships, and the wood of trees for fuel for our houses?" Pécuchet answered: "Yet the stomach is made to digest, the leg to walk, the eye to see, although there are dyspepsias, fractures, and cataracts. No arrangements without an end. The effects came on at the exact time or at a later period.
Yet Decker, in the seventeenth century, prescribed twenty decalitres of it a day, in order to cleanse the spongy parts of the pancreas. This direction shook Morin in their estimation, the more so as he condemns every kind of head-dress, hats, women's caps, and men's caps a requirement which was revolting to Pécuchet.
Bouvard made an offer of one, his patriotism exulting in the triumph of the people; as for Pécuchet, the fall of royalty confirmed his anticipations so exactly that he must needs be satisfied.
When the notary had gone, Pécuchet sank into an armchair in a state of nervous prostration. "We shouldn't have given back the bowl," said Bouvard; "but you get excited, and always lose your head." "Yes, I do lose my head"; and Pécuchet, snatching up the soup-tureen, flung it some distance away from him against the sarcophagus.
Bouvard conceived the idea of converting the museum into the bridal chamber, unless Pécuchet objected, in which case he might take up his residence at his wife's house.
Alas! earning one's bread took up all one's time; and they raised their arms in astonishment, and were near embracing each other over the table on discovering that they were both copyists, Bouvard in a commercial establishment, and Pécuchet in the Admiralty, which did not, however, prevent him from devoting a few spare moments each evening to study.
She felt perplexed about making a selection. She had seen only three pieces: Robert le Diable in the capital, Le Jeune Mari at Rouen, and another at Falaise which was very funny, and which was called La Brouette du Vinaigrier. Finally, Bouvard suggested to her the great scene of Tartuffe in the second act. Pécuchet thought an explanation was desirable: "You must know that Tartuffe "
This body which is there before me yours, doctor prevents me from knowing your real self, and is, so to speak, only a garment, or rather a mask." Vaucorbeil believed he was mad. "Good evening. Take care of your mask." Pécuchet did not stop. He procured an introduction to the Hegelian philosophy, and wished to explain it to Bouvard. "All that is rational is real.
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