He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Just thinking about spending an uninterrupted hour with him makes the color rise in my cheeks, and Emma inquires, “Are you okay? You seem kind of…distracted.” Distracted. Well, that’s one way to put it. Deciding to throw caution to the… — Katie Lynn Johnson Copy Share Image
