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Modern Love XXV: You Like Not That French Novel

 You like not that French novel? Tell me why.
You think it quite unnatural.
Let us see.
The actors are, it seems, the usual three: Husband, and wife, and lover.
She--but fie! In England we'll not hear of it.
Edmond, The lover, her devout chagrin doth share; Blanc-mange and absinthe are his penitent fare, Till his pale aspect makes her over-fond: So, to preclude fresh sin, he tries rosbif.
Meantime the husband is no more abused: Auguste forgives her ere the tear is used.
Then hangeth all on one tremendous IF:-- If she will choose between them.
She does choose; And takes her husband, like a proper wife.
Unnatural? My dear, these things are life: And life, some think, is worthy of the Muse.

by George Meredith
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