Honour, Thrice Honour
Before the coach stops, Flaubert gives you a town that already has a quarrel. The gravedigger grows potatoes among the graves. The priest rebukes him. Homais's jars glow. A Greek-temple hall stands where a crossroads would have been enough. The place is not a backdrop. It is a set of jobs, grudges, and official sentences that will still be here when any private story ends. Environment trains what you can imagine, and what you can hide.
Key Insight
A small place is a machine for turning work into meaning and absence into news. Read the jobs first. The love plot will have to run across them.






