ah, naturalism!

February 11, 2008 at 2:02 pm Leave a comment

From Emile Zola‘s The Drinking Den (L’Assommoir):

Whenever Gervaise had some bread, she would throw him the crusts. Even though, because of her husband, she was becoming embittered and hated men, she could still feel genuinely sorry for animals; and poor Old Bru, who was being left to die because he could no longer hold a tool in his hand, was like a dog to her, a discarded beast, which even the knackers didn’t want for his skin and fat. It was like a weight on her heart, knowing that he was alway there on the far side of the corridor, abandoned by God and men, feeding off himself alone and returning to the size of a child, withered and dried out like an orange shrivelling on a mantelpiece.

(Penguin Classics 320).


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