This book should be titled "Why Everyone Needs a Job" or "Why Being a Housewife is Unsatisfying to all but the most Simple of Minds". From the beginning, Madam Bovary is looking for meaning in her life and keeps trying to find it in one of the few outlets a woman has access to in this era. Today she could have a career, or travel. But during this time, she could only look for it in men, which, unsurprisingly, doesn't work. This mistake is still repeated today: Others cannot give meaning to your life. You must find it yourself. It is the perfect example of how the human spirit withers without the passionate pursuit of goals. In her search for something to give her life meaning, to find excitement, she devolves into the most pathetic of creatures.
Also, if I hear/read the work "eunni" ONE MORE TIME, I'm gunna lose it!
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