{"product_id":"2940012363206","title":"MADAME BOVARY","description":"Part I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe were in class when the head-master came in, followed by a \"new\u003cbr\u003efellow,\" not wearing the school uniform, and a school servant carrying a\u003cbr\u003elarge desk. Those who had been asleep woke up, and every one rose as if\u003cbr\u003ejust surprised at his work.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe head-master made a sign to us to sit down. Then, turning to the\u003cbr\u003eclass-master, he said to him in a low voice--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Monsieur Roger, here is a pupil whom I recommend to your care; he'll be\u003cbr\u003ein the second. If his work and conduct are satisfactory, he will go into\u003cbr\u003eone of the upper classes, as becomes his age.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe \"new fellow,\" standing in the corner behind the door so that he\u003cbr\u003ecould hardly be seen, was a country lad of about fifteen, and taller\u003cbr\u003ethan any of us. His hair was cut square on his forehead like a village\u003cbr\u003echorister's; he looked reliable, but very ill at ease. Although he was\u003cbr\u003enot broad-shouldered, his short school jacket of green cloth with black\u003cbr\u003ebuttons must have been tight about the arm-holes, and showed at the\u003cbr\u003eopening of the cuffs red wrists accustomed to being bare. His legs, in\u003cbr\u003eblue stockings, looked out from beneath yellow trousers, drawn tight by\u003cbr\u003ebraces, He wore stout, ill-cleaned, hob-nailed boots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe began repeating the lesson. He listened with all his ears, as\u003cbr\u003eattentive as if at a sermon, not daring even to cross his legs or lean\u003cbr\u003eon his elbow; and when at two o'clock the bell rang, the master was\u003cbr\u003eobliged to tell him to fall into line with the rest of us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen we came back to work, we were in the habit of throwing our caps on\u003cbr\u003ethe ground so as to have our hands more free; we used from the door to\u003cbr\u003etoss them under the form, so that they hit against the wall and made a\u003cbr\u003elot of dust: it was \"the thing.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut, whether he had not noticed the trick, or did not dare to attempt\u003cbr\u003eit, the \"new fellow,\" was still holding his cap on his knees even after\u003cbr\u003eprayers were over. It was one of those head-gears of composite order, in\u003cbr\u003ewhich we can find traces of the bearskin, shako, billycock hat, sealskin\u003cbr\u003ecap, and cotton night-cap; one of those poor things, in fine, whose\u003cbr\u003edumb ugliness has depths of expression, like an imbecile's face. Oval,\u003cbr\u003estiffened with whalebone, it began with three round knobs; then came in\u003cbr\u003esuccession lozenges of velvet and rabbit-skin separated by a red band;\u003cbr\u003eafter that a sort of bag that ended in a cardboard polygon covered with\u003cbr\u003ecomplicated braiding, from which hung, at the end of a long thin cord,\u003cbr\u003esmall twisted gold threads in the manner of a tassel. The cap was new;\u003cbr\u003eits peak shone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Rise,\" said the master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe stood up; his cap fell. The whole class began to laugh. He stooped to\u003cbr\u003epick it up. A neighbor knocked it down again with his elbow; he picked\u003cbr\u003eit up once more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get rid of your helmet,\" said the master, who was a bit of a wag.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a burst of laughter from the boys, which so thoroughly put the\u003cbr\u003epoor lad out of countenance that he did not know whether to keep his cap\u003cbr\u003ein his hand, leave it on the ground, or put it on his head. He sat down\u003cbr\u003eagain and placed it on his knee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Rise,\" repeated the master, \"and tell me your name.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe new boy articulated in a stammering voice an unintelligible name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Again!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe same sputtering of syllables was heard, drowned by the tittering of\u003cbr\u003ethe class.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Louder!\" cried the master; \"louder!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe \"new fellow\" then took a supreme resolution, opened an inordinately\u003cbr\u003elarge mouth, and shouted at the top of his voice as if calling someone\u003cbr\u003ein the word \"Charbovari.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA hubbub broke out, rose in crescendo with bursts of shrill voices (they\u003cbr\u003eyelled, barked, stamped, repeated \"Charbovari! Charbovari\"), then died\u003cbr\u003eaway into single notes, growing quieter only with great difficulty, and\u003cbr\u003enow and again suddenly recommencing along the line of a form whence rose\u003cbr\u003ehere and there, like a damp cracker going off, a stifled laugh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHowever, amid a rain of impositions, order was gradually re-established\u003cbr\u003ein the class; and the master having succeeded in catching the name of\u003cbr\u003e\"Charles Bovary,\" having had it dictated to him, spelt out, and re-read,\u003cbr\u003eat once ordered the poor devil to go and sit down on the punishment form\u003cbr\u003eat the foot of the master's desk. He got up, but before going hesitated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What are you looking for?\" asked the master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My c-a-p,\" timidly said the \"new fellow,\" casting troubled looks round\u003cbr\u003ehim.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Five hundred lines for all the class!\" shouted in a furious voice\u003cbr\u003estopped, like the Quos ego*, a fresh outburst. \"Silence!\" continued the\u003cbr\u003emaster indignantly, wiping his brow with his handkerchief, which he\u003cbr\u003ehad just taken from his cap. \"As to you, 'new boy,' you will conjugate\u003cbr\u003e'ridiculus sum'** twenty times.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47176541176048,"sku":"2940012363206","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012363206_p0.jpg?v=1763567982","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012363206","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}