I can't believe that our body, composed as it is of mud and shit and equipped with instincts lower than those of the pig or the crab-louse, contains anything pure and immaterial
Gustave FlaubertAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: December 12, 1821
- Died: May 8, 1880
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