Monday, May 08, 2006

The child and the savage (the primitive) do not distinguish the real from the fantastic. I remember very clearly that at five or six years of age I wanted to 'send my heart' to a little girl with whom I was in love (I mean my material heart). I could see it in the middle of straw, in a basket, an oyster basket.

from a letter from Gustave Flaubert to George Sand, 1869