Nothing could be simpler. Take, for example, Gustave Flaubert’s Salaambô: “What’s all this I hear about Salaambô of Carthage, daughter of Hamilcar, and this business with Matho? What did they make of one another, and what of the Zaïmph, the jewel-encrusted veil said to protect both Carthage and its people, of which it has also been said that all who touch it will die? What am I to make of that?” Simply procure for yourself a copy of Gustave Flaubert’s
I can't think of Carthage without thinking of the third book of Augustine's Confessions. "To Carthage I came, where there sang all around me in my ears a cauldron of unholy loves."
lol "or equivalent"
This was an especially delightful one for me—so, thank you!
O that I knew more about Salaambô, in order to continue this delightful inquiry! Fortunately, I've recently been made aware of a solution.
I actually love this work by Flaubert. It is "over-the-top" but so sensual.
I can't think of Carthage without thinking of the third book of Augustine's Confessions. "To Carthage I came, where there sang all around me in my ears a cauldron of unholy loves."