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August 15, 1846
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with
ecstasy. I want to gorge yu with all the joys of the flesh, so
that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to
confess to
yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports...
When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry
bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
Gustave Flaubert, famous French writer, to his wife Louise Colet.
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