‎"As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,-a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss." - Madame Bovary by Flaubert. Taken from Part 2 Chapter 4

Emma

 From such seeds sown

a sorrow will sprout

from the soil of your

marriage bed.