“...for now he was in one of those crises when the soul yields a blurred glimpse of all that it enfolds, like an ocean, tempest-torn, uncovering everything from the seaweed in the shallows to the sands of the abyss.”

Gustave Flaubert

Gustave Flaubert - “...for now he was in one of those...” 1

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