The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / Day 5 - GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

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“The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.”
 — Gustave Flaubert


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