Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life. ”
Émile Zola
From : L'Assommoir (The Dram Shop)
