| Quote #1
Through the haze he surveyed steeples, buildings of which he did not know the names; then, with a parting glance, he took in the Île St. Louis, the Cité, Nôtre Dame; and presently, as Paris disappeared from his view, he heaved a deep sigh. (1.1.4)
Paris is like a dream to Frederick, and he has some pretty lofty visions of what it holds. Freedom! Possibility! Hot women! Is he being naïve, or is there something about the city that allows him more potential for his life?
| Quote #2
Frederick Moreau, having just taken his Bachelor's degree, was returning home to Nogent-sur-Seine, where he would have to lead a languishing existence for two months, before going back to begin his legal studies. (1.1.6)
Going back to Nogent to hang out with his mother isn't exactly Frederick's idea of a good time. But under the circumstances, he doesn't have much of a choice. He'll get out of Dodge as quickly as possible.
| Quote #3
Then they would come back to Paris; they would work together, and would never part; and, as a relaxation from their labours, they would have love-affairs with princesses in boudoirs lined with satin, or dazzling orgies with famous courtesans. (1.2.7)
Frederick and Deslauriers have some big plans for Paris. It's like Spring Break prep, 19th-century bourgeois style. How does the reality live up to their plans?