The Sin of Abbé Mouret
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The Sin of Abbé Mouret tells the compelling story of the young priest Serge Mouret. Striving after spiritual purity and sanctity, he lives a life of constant prayer, but his neglect of all physical needs leads to serious illness, followed by amnesia. No longer knowing he is a priest, he falls in love with his nurse Albine. Together, like a latter-day Adam and Eve, they roam through an Eden-like garden called the 'Paradou', seeking a forbidden tree in whose shade they will make love. Zola memorably shows their gradual awakening to sexuality, and his poetic descriptions of the luxuriant and beautiful Paradou create a lyrical celebration of Nature. When Serge regains his memory and recalls his priestly vows, anguish inevitably follows.
The Sin of Abbé Mouret tells the compelling story of the young priest Serge Mouret. Striving after spiritual purity and sanctity, he lives a life of constant prayer, but his neglect of all physical needs leads to serious illness, followed by amnesia. No longer knowing he is a priest, he falls in love with his nurse Albine. Together, like a latter-day Adam and Eve, they roam through an Eden-like garden called the 'Paradou', seeking a forbidden tree in whose shade they will make love. Zola memorably shows their gradual awakening to sexuality, and his poetic descriptions of the luxuriant and beautiful Paradou create a lyrical celebration of Nature. When Serge regains his memory and recalls his priestly vows, anguish inevitably follows.
Journal Entry 2 by jacajerezana at Bücherschrank Sentihof in Luzern, Luzern Switzerland on Sunday, July 19, 2020
Released 3 yrs ago (7/19/2020 UTC) at Bücherschrank Sentihof in Luzern, Luzern Switzerland
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
- im Bücherschrank
"Now that she had stopped questioning the earth, like a rebellious creature, she could hear a low voice coursing along the ground, it was the plants, saying farewell, and wishing each other a happy death. Having drunk up the sun for a whole season, having lived always among flowers, and breathed out constant fragrance, and then leave at the first torment, with the hope of growing again somewhere else, was that not a life well filled, a life that would be spoiled by living any longer?"
"Now that she had stopped questioning the earth, like a rebellious creature, she could hear a low voice coursing along the ground, it was the plants, saying farewell, and wishing each other a happy death. Having drunk up the sun for a whole season, having lived always among flowers, and breathed out constant fragrance, and then leave at the first torment, with the hope of growing again somewhere else, was that not a life well filled, a life that would be spoiled by living any longer?"
