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...empezaba a sentir ese agobio que causa la repetición de la misma vida cuando ningún interés la dirige ni esperanza alguna la sostiene. Estaba tan aburrido de Yonville y de sus habitantes que la vista de ciertas personas, de ciertas casas, lo irritaba a más no poder; y el farmacéutico, pese a lo buena persona que era, empezaba a parecerle totalmente insufrible. Pero la perspectiva de una situación nueva...
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—¿No le ha ocurrido a veces —prosiguió León— encontrar en un libro una idea vaga que se ha tenido, alguna imagen borrosa que vuelve de lejos, y es algo así como la exposición completa de nuestro sentimiento más sutil?
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“Has it ever happened to you,” Léon went on, “to come across some vague idea of one’s own in a book, some dim image that comes back to you from afar, and as the completest expression of your own...
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“Has it ever happened to you,” Léon went on, “to come across some vague idea of one’s own in a book, some dim image that comes back to you from afar, and as the completest expression of your own...
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...entonces, apoyándose en el secreter, permaneció hasta la noche sumido en una dolorosa ensoñación. Después de todo, la había querido.
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...then, leaning against the writing-table, he stayed until the evening, buried in a sorrowful reverie. She had loved him after all.
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...then, leaning against the writing-table, he stayed until the evening, buried in a sorrowful reverie. She had loved him after all.
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Esa aprensión se tornó pronto en impaciencia, y París agitó entonces para él, a lo lejos, la fanfarria de sus bailes de máscaras junto con la risa de sus costureritas.
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...he was beginning to feel that depression caused by the repetition of the same kind of life, when no interest inspires and no hope sustains it. He was so bored with Yonville and the Yonvillers, that the sight of certain persons, of certain houses, irritated him beyond endurance; and the chemist, good fellow though he was, was becoming absolutely unbearable to him. Yet the prospect of a new condition of life frightened as much as it seduced him.
This apprehension soon changed into impatience, and then Paris from afar sounded its fanfare of masked balls with the laugh of grisettes.
(Part II, Chapter VI)